A few minutes earlier...
Lucius coiled up and sat on his tail in front of the door, waiting for Mary.
He thought. Should I go find some clothes for Mary? Mary said she wanted some new clothes...Should I? But if I leave, will someone attack her?... It's better if I stay.
Lucius sat there, didn't know what to do while waiting for Mary. He glanced at his injuries and poked them. Some still sting while some don't.
He pulled off the bandages on the wounds that don't sting. The wounds were a little red but it was alright to him.
He continued sitting there, staring at the corridor's wall. Then, he laid his head on the walls, bored.
He lay there for what felt like half an hour, he was dozing off. His eyelids kept closing down on him, tiredly as he resisted giving in.
He thought. I can't sleep! Mary is still in there what if she was attacked while I was sleeping? But sleeping a little isn't that bad, right? No! I can't sleep! Not now...
His eyes were slowly closing and he fell asleep without himself knowing.
Suddenly, he heard a painful cry inside the bathroom. He jumped out of his sleep and hastily opened the door to the bathroom.
Back to now...
Mary and Lucius stared at each other, stunned. Lucius glanced up and down Mary's body, which was kneeling on the floor and covered with a towel.
At the same time, they both snapped out of it, realizing what situation they were in. Both of their faces turned crimson red.
Mary rapidly turned left and right to find something to throw at him but there was nothing. So Mary shouted.
"Get...Get out of here! Why are you still standing there!?"
Lucius flinched and quickly dashed out of the door. Then, he vanished.
Mary still sitting on the floor her face blushing intensely. She slowly stood up to her feet and walked toward the basin.
She placed her hands on both sides of the basin and stared at the mirror, revealing her reflection. She brushed her cheek with her finger, noticing the embarrassing red patch on both her cheeks.
Why does he have to come in? Of all time!? She thought. It's going to be a hard time getting rid of that memory.
She let out a sigh and wore her old clothes. She moved to the door and raised her hand to twist the doorknob. As she was getting closer to it, she stopped.
Should I? She thought. If I go out now, wouldn't the atmosphere be extremely awkward?... But even so, I don't have much of a choice. I don't want him to come barging into the bathroom again.
She sighed again and forced her hand to twist open the doorknob. When she stepped out, Mary's eyes were greeted by a pair of green and yellow eyes. Lucius and Mary stared at each other and looked away, avoiding their gaze.
"Umm...Should we head to the next room?"Mary asked, embarrassed.
Mary moved her pupils to peek at him and saw him nod. She noticed the back of his neck was red while still peeking at him.
Then, they walked side by side together to the next room, avoiding each other's eyes. They reached the door that was a few blocks away from the bathroom.
Mary pushed the door but nothing happened. Then, she twisted the doorknob but it still wouldn't open.
"Umm..."She spoke, awkwardly.
But without Mary continuing her sentence, Lucius swung his tail at the door and it hit on the floor with a loud bang.
Then, Lucius slithered into the room and switched on the lights. Lights shined around the room and revealed a space with a lot of paintings. She stepped into the room, flabbergasted.
She gazed around the room-all the arts were realistic like Lucius's drawings and some of them were even brightly painted with colours.
She used the tip of her fingers to brush on the portrait. It was even marvellous up close, just like Lucius's realistic works.
Then, she turned her head and found Lucius coiled up, sitting on his tail as always. He was sitting in front of a set-up easel, drawing something.
Mary wanted to go there but was still embarrassed so she continued walking around the room and observing the arts.
After a while, Mary sat on the floor, her knees on her chest. She sat there, bored. For some reason, she kept turning her gaze back at Lucius whenever she looked absent.
She would turn her gaze away and somehow found herself gazing at his back again.
Then, she heard a knock on the table next to the easel as if a brush landed on it. She flinched and quickly looked away from Lucius, to the floor, knowing he was done, drawing.
She stared at the floor her face, blushing and sweating intensely as she saw Lucius's shadow in front of her.
Unexpectedly, she heard a hiss in front of her. She looked up and saw Lucius holding up a drawing board in his hand with a paper stick on it.
There was an illustration on it.