*plops down on the ground, and sighs*

Quincy: *looks up* you are forgiven.. *takes the paints and pours them into a syringe to inject himself with*

*walks up to Quincy slowly* I'm sorry *changes into half human form* here, *hands the paint tubes to Quincy*

Me: . . . *Looks at Cotton Fluff* um. . . He's really unstable from the 5 years he spent at the paint factory as an experiment..

Quincy: *flops down and looks away a with tear streaming down his face*