Jack sat at the end of a very large dining table, waiting for Chase to return with his coloring supplies. The warlord had ordered the genius to give him his pencils and paper so there was no chance of him losing the materials. Jack attempted to protest, saying that he's handled not losing them for most of his life, but was immediately silenced by the raising of a hand and was told to retrieve them or all of his personal belongings had to no promise of staying intact if Chase had to search for the coloring supplies himself.

Jack started messing with his bandage, the adhesive on the edges beginning to make his sensitive skin itch. He yelped in pain and shock when Chase slapped his hand away, seeming to appear from nowhere.

"Stop it." Chase ordered in a monotone voice. Jack only responded with a low whine and slumped in his seat. "Do I have to teach you posture as well?" Chase commented as he placed a basket on the table. "Sit properly or I will tie you to the chair."

"Yes, mom." Jack muttered under his breath, straightening himself back up.

"If you wish to refer to me as the title of a parent, I suggest using the gender title that I was born and identify as." Jack wanted to sink back down into his seat, but knew he would be scolded again if he did so. He noticed that the plastic bag he had used to keep his pencils together was replaced with a piece of rope. The bundle was placed in front of him, along with several sheets of paper.

Jack couldn't prevent his mind for wondering, where did Chase put the plastic bag? He's never seen a trash can in the large lair, maybe it was hidden somewhere he's yet explored. But why would Chase need it? Everything he used was washed by his warriors and used again. Jack had kept all of his trash in a large bucket in his lab, it was filled to the brim with empty pudding cups, candy wrappers and the Lunchables that he ate whenever he didn't feel like flying up to the lair to grab food. Jack would eventually have to clear out that garbage before it starts to get in the way of his machines. Could he set it all on fire? Perhaps make a little bonfire a good few miles away from the lair so Chase wouldn't have to deal with the smell of burning plastic. It's not that bad, but Chase's strong nose would most likely not appreciate being assaulted with that sent.

"I see that you've caught on to color shading." Chase's statement snapped Jack out of his thoughts. "We can move on to blending."

"Blending?" Jack asked.

"Going from one color to another." Chase explained.

"But wasn't that what was I was doing with the shading?"

"There's a bit of a difference. With shading you're showing the lightness and the darkness of one color and with blending you'll be changing one color into a different one, their secondary color in the center."

"Oh." Jack held out the word for a second. "What?"

"Here, allow me to show you." Chase went over to Jack, grabbing a red and blue pencil along the way. "Surly you know that if you combine red and blue you get purple."

"I am kind of a genius." Jack stated.

"So you claim." Jack was about to protest and give several examples of his super intellect, but stopped when he saw that Chase was no longer listening as he started coloring a long rectangle with the red pencil. The red was its darkest on one end and slowly faded out towards the other, reminding Jack of the circle that was drawn the other day. Chase grabbed the blue and started coloring on the other end of the rectangle, doing the same as the red, but the blue started to blend with the red in the center. The warlord went back and forth with the red and blue until it met his desire, the colors blending perfectly together with a beautiful shade of purple in the center.

"Wow." Jack ended up whispering, not seeing the light smirk that crossed Chase's lips for a brief second before he pushed the paper and pencils in front of Jack.

"Practice this until you can do it seamlessly and then we'll move on to other color combinations." Chase said.

"Does it matter which colors you blend?" Jack asked, grabbing the red.

"For the most part, no, but some colors being combined end up looking muddy. It's usually recommended to blend two primary colors together." Chase stated as he, without much thought, grabbed one of Jack's yellow pencils and rubbed the tip against his gloved finger.

"Like yellow and blue?"

"Yes. Although, I will admit I do have some difficulties with blending with yellow and blue. The yellow seems to always have a hint of blue in its end no matter what I do." Jack was shocked that Chase would ever admit to having a fault, then again, not being able to do a form of coloring is not much of a fault to have when it comes to how much Chase has mastered in his fifteen-hundred years of life. "Perhaps I will join you and practice myself." Chase sat down in the chair next to Jack, setting a sheet of paper in front of him and grabbing a blue pencil as well. Jack held back with all of his might to not freak out about Chase Young sitting next to him peacefully and coloring. Who else could ever say that they've done this and lived? Jack didn't hold back his smile though, knowing that Chase was not looking at him as he attempted to copy the colored rectangle Chase had drawn.

"Um. I think I did something wrong." Jack said, staring at a solid purple block on his paper, looking nothing like Chase's example.

"What was your first hint, Spicer?" Chase stood back up, one hand resting against the back of Jack's chair while the other took the red pencil.

Chase's chest was very close to Jack's head as the older man bent over to re-show Jack how blending worked. Jack had to, once again, contain himself as the warlord got even closer when he had to reach over to grab the blue pencil. Chase was speaking to Jack and all the pale man could hear was the blood rushing through his body and his heartvpounding madly. He didn't know whether to be terrified or excited. Chase being this close meant that he wasn't completely repulsed by Jack, but at the same time, with one swift movement of his hand, he could be dead. His neck snapped, throat ripped out, eyes gouged. Jack quickly stopped his train of thought and shivered in fear, the movement not going unnoticed by Chase, but no action was taken about it.

"Th-Thanks." Jack stuttered as the red pencil was placed in his hand. Chase paused for a second, confused by the sudden stutter since Jack had been able to speak very clearly just moments ago. He debated for a brief moment before sitting back down, deciding that it was best not to question the younger man. Chase was thankful that Jack had not done his 'overly fanatic fan' routine when he accidentally got closer than intended.

Chase settled down into his coloring again, but could not get a nagging question out of his mind. How did Jack manage to make his entire self smell of fresh raspberries when he knew that the pale man did not bathe as often as he should. Perhaps it's a smelling spray or a form of lotion that Jack used, but why would a man use a fruit scent? Then again, he has met plenty of men who preferred using the scent of fruit to hide their orders from either their mates or from the prey they were hunting, tricking them into believing that they were safe. Jack was no hunter nor did he have a mate to mask his scent from. Was Jack's natural scent raspberries? It wasn't unknown for men to have natural fruit-like smells, but it was very rare. Chase tried to remember what it meant for men to have fruit scents and failed of recalling the fact when a loud groaning sound interrupted his thoughts.

"Hungry, Spicer?" Chase asked.

"Maybe a little." Jack admitted with a weak laugh.

"Then we shall pause from our lesson and eat dinner, it is getting quite late and I am getting rather hungry myself." Chase summoned one of his warriors and told him what to gather for dinner, asking for plenty of fruit since Chase had a sudden craving for them.