“Can you canoe, Deimos?” Kalmin questioned as he blended some dark greens with white.
The boy was quiet. Mira burst out laughing.
“No, you can’t canoe, can’t you?” Kalmin chuckled.
“Shut up,” he muttered, red blooming on his cheeks. “I’m not like you jolly Canadians who hike and canoe.”
“Moe gap,” Mira whispered to Kalmin.
This time Kalmin burst out laughing. That basically summed up Deimos’ character. His appearance was completely different than his personality. Rough on the outside, complete mush and fluff in the inside.
Conversation seemed to flow a little better between the three of them afterwards. Kalmin still felt a little left out as Mira would occasionally lean against Deimos or Deimos would kiss Mira’s neck, but for the remaining duration of painting all these planets,
