[[Lawls. Ignore Ty if she becomes a procrastinating loser, please. She's studying while rp'ing, and only replying to those that are easy to reply to, be it because they are short or just seem to flow more in her messed-up head right now. x3]]

I shrugged my shoulders, still unsure of how to respond. ''Because... Because I don't think you being a slave or not should have any impact on how you're treated. Because, even if there was some great being that created us all, He supposedly made all creatures equal. Because people claim you people are animals that just look more like us than normal, but animals are often treated better than you.'' I said quickly, pouring it all out in a rush.
I thought I had finally found someone who might understand me. Might understand being misunderstood.

[[Lmao. Where did you get the idea that I thought you'd said that from? xD]]

I gave a small laugh, wondering what exactly he meant by that. There were many different ways it could be interpreted, I was sure. As Derek began painting, I watched the smooth strokes of the brush over the canvas, entranced by how the colour spread almost magically onto it, my eyes wandering to Derek and my mind trailing into thoughts that I shouldn't be having, before I even realized what was happening.
Shaking myself out of those thoughts, I glanced around the room instead, and hopped up onto a sealed crate. I wasn't exactly the tallest of people, and my feet dangled a few inches above the ground as I watched him.
I suddenly wanted to talk to him again, to ask him what his life had been like, but I knew that would just cause him pain and unhappiness. Besides, I didn't want to distract him from his painting.

[[... My procrastinating flag is neon green with black swiss cheese pictures on it. o 3o]]

I took a small intake of breath, staring in awe at the painting. It was beautiful, an exact copy of te field outside. He was doing all that, without even looking at what he was painting... He really was amazing, in more ways than I cared to think about.
''Really? If this is you rusty...'' I smiled, brushing aside the thoughts of how horrible it was that someone with that kind of talent would probably never get recognised.
''Well then, I really can't wait until you get back in the swing of things.''

[[Rofmao. This reminds me. Have you ever seen Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends? I used to watch a few years ago. xD]]

I smiled warmly again, looking at the incredible picture in awe. It was amazing; sitting there, it was like looking out a window into the fields, a perfect replica of what I saw every time I went outside.
''Derek, it's... Beautiful. It just looks so much like it... It's almost like you could just reach out and touch it.''
It took my breath away, how someone who'd lived a life such as he had could create something like that.

[[... Do you remember the crazy yellow friend who was called Cheese? :D

This is my favourite scene with Cheese in it. |D
Now, I dare you to look up the Cheese Episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary friends. XD]]

I grinned, hopping down from the crate and looking up at him. I wondered why he kept looking at me strangely, then looking away, but I put that thought aside. I was about to say something, when I herd the ringing of a bell.
''Ah... You can draw anytime you want to from now on, just come out here.'' I said, smiling still as I walked towards the door. ''I have to go to dinner now with my parents, but if you'd like to stay and paint, that's fine. I'll bring some dinner down here for you in a while.''
With that, I pushed open the door to the shed ad started off at a sprint towards the house, slowing down when I rounded the corner nearest the front door. Running was, after all, unladylike.

[[I imagine so, yes, as it is amazing. xDDD]]

Dinner started without much mishap, and I spent it either ignoring what my parents said altogether or nodding my head politely to what they said. Quickly, an awkward silence descended, and I was far too preoccupied to care.
''So...'' My mother started, attempting to break the silence. ''Is your new servant atisfactory?''
A nod of my head.
''... Have you found him useful?''
A shrug of my shoulders.
''Do you wish to keep him?''
A barely perceptable nod of my head. If I said no, she'd only sell him on again, and God only knew what kind of a life he would live then.