Vincent gave a little huff at the laugh but looked confused that Hunter had looked away. He stared for a moment to understand before jumping with a gargled squeak as dahlia had taken the moment to give her brother his shot. He rubbed his arm while glaring at his sister, not liking she would use such tactics to get him his medicine. He took the pills with no fighting before dahlia just smiled and laughed.

"now that that's all said and done, why don't you go get some sunshine? I know you want to Vivi."

Vincent rolled his sleeve down and was trying to suppress the fact that he wanted to go to the park as badly as his sister knew. He looked at Hunter and pulled on the other's sleeve so as to get his attention. He wrote on his board quickly before holding it up.

"Would you like to go to the park with me? It's better than being cooped up while Dahlia works."

Dahlia had already made her way to her office where she was singing little lullabies while getting to work on a custom order. Vincent knew when she was doing such work it was best to either get out or hide in his room. At the moment he wanted to go outside though.

Hunter didn't fell comfortable watching the other get a shot. He didn't like needles what so ever and finally looked back to Vincent once his sister gave him his shot. He watched the other take his medicine in pill form and sigh.

He felt his sleeve being pulled on and looked at Vincent with a smile before nodding his head. Yeah sure. He said with a smile and stood up.

Vincent looked to beam for a moment at the other agreeing to going to the park with him. Quickly he put his whiteboard away under the counter and grabbed his art bag, hooking it onto on of the handles of his wheelchair before heading to the door. He made his way to the door and tried his very best to push it open. It wasn't that he was weak in the sense of muscle but it was mildly difficult with his chair wanting to roll back every time. He really wished Dahlia had put in a normal door with a twisting handle. At least then it would be easier to push or pull open, unlike the heavy glass door that was currently turning into a little battle for the witch.

Damien packed his Ipad up, putting the protective case over it and put the blue stylus back in its holder. While he was busy trying to put all his things together, the loud bang of Vincent trying to open the door caught his attention.

He pretty much dropped what he was doing and opened the door, even helping Vincent out and went back to get his bag before walking along beside of the other.

So what is there to do at the park? He asked curiously.

Vincent was honestly starting to get frustrated with the door at this point before Hunter came over and opened it for him. He couldn't help to feel embarassed about it as he was even pushed outside. He mouthed thank you to the other before enjoying the feel of the autumn air around him. He looked up at the blue sky for a moment before hunter was outside again with him. He smiled brightly and made to roll the wheels of his chair forth in the direction of the park. He heard the question asked of him and stopped for a moment to get his journal out of his art bag. He grabbed a pen as well and wrote down something. He handed it off to Hunter to read before starting to move again.

"Well for me it's a chance to be outside and enjoyplant life again. I'll usually just move around on the trails or try to draw what I see. I don't know what else to do there really. I'd like to swing again but it's a little difficult to get out of this chair sometimes."

He was still moving and was rather happy. So what if he couldn't run around and play games like he used to? He was just happy to be healthy enough to even go outside at the moment and they his sister was letting his go on his own for once.

He read what Vincent wrote on his board and smiled some. He never really went to the park alot, he avoided it really since it seem to be a place that wasn't safe for werewolves at night. Alot of gifted beings died at the park, mainly because hunter were often seen there. But this was out during the day, so maybe their weren't be any.

He followed Vincent to the park, looking over at the swings. You want me to lift you out of the chair so you can swing, I'll swing with her. He offered.

Vincent couldn't help the grin that spanned his face once they reached the park. He always loved the place even with the dangers that lurked at night within it. He wasn't crazy enough to go out at night anyways, at least not without his sister. He kept his pacing slow for the most part as they were starting to pass the swing set. Vincent stopped and looked over at Hunter with excitement and shock before taking his journal back and writing words down again.

"You'd really do that! That would be awesome! You sure you can pick me up though?"

He was clearly excited st the idea of being able to use a swing even if just for a tiny while. He hadn't been about to since being chair bound but this was something he really didn't want to pass up. It seeme as if the illusionist really had found a friend in the small town.

Being a werewolf had its perks. He was alot stronger than he looked and smiled at Vincent. Yeah it won't be trouble. He said and followed Vincent to the swings. Once they were their, he wrapped both arms around Vincent and picked the other up with ease, gently settling him down on the swing.

He got into the one beside of him, looking at him with a smile. So how are you liking it? He asked curiously.

Vincent was mildy shocked at being picked up from his chair, his hands quickly trying to find purchase on something so as to have some form of comfort in not falling. He did his best to relax in the swing before starting to use his body more so than his legs to swing. It wasn't hard once the illusionist had it figured out as he gave one of his cough-like chuckles to show he was enjoying the swing. He made to pause for a moment and had somehow managed to get his phone from his pocket and type his words before handing the device over. It was still a new concept for him to be using cell phones and computers but he was learning.

"I haven't done this in what feels like a long time so I'm really enjoying it. Thanks so much for helping me out of the chair!"

He was smiling kindly at Hunter before starting to gently swing again, the thought of his useless legs leaving his mind for a short while.

Once he was in his chair, he looked to Vincent with a smile on his face and it honestly made him feel good that he could make the other so happy just to be in a swing again. He wondered what it was like to not being able to use your legs anymore. Hunter had always ran around, being a werewolf you really needed to have use for your legs.

He smiled at the other. Your welcomed, like I said I would like to help you with anything you need....kinda like a body guard. He said, starting to swing some now.

Vincent smiled still at Hunter. He hadn't felt this well since before he lost his legs, the moment being turned into something much better from it. He couldn't stop another chuckle from leaving him along with the faintest of color to his cheeks with hunter bringing up beling like a body guard. The illusionist took his phone back and cleared the original text before typing up words again.

"I'd really like that help, but I think friends is better than you being a body guard. That sound good to you?"

He handed over the phone so it could be read before swinging once more. The strange distorted sound of his humming could be heard softly as he swung, making sure not to go too high for a chance of falling out of the swing.

He took the phone and read what Vincent had text. The word, friends, wasn't something that Hunter had come across before. No one had tried to be his friend in the past and for some reason, he wanted to be friends with Vincent. It was a odd feeling, never had the desire for friendship until he met Vincent.

He just smiled. Actually I like that better. He admitted softly with a smile.

He got out from his swing and got behind Vincent, giving the other a gentle push to help him go higher.

Vincent was still happily humming even though it came out as more of an agressive growl than a hum. He was only swinging lightly in a sense that he didn't go all that high before hearing what Hunter said. He gave a bright smile at this, happy he could make the other happy. It had been so long since he had had a friend around his age to talk to, so this was turning into a nightly large leap if you will for him. He gave a confused look to Hunter as he saw him get up but did his best not to panic. When the other started to push him on the swing.he didn't relax until the pace was one that didn't sent him up too high as he looked back at the other with a cough-like chuckle. It was really the first time he had actually paid attention to the sound of his chuckle as one of his hands moved to his throat, rubbing it slightly while not liking the sound it had produced. He didn't like to think it sounded scary when he tried to use his voice but he couldn't stop it and its distorted sound no matter how hard he tried.

He made sure not to push Vincent to high and kept the height very low, he barely nudged the other, only gently pressing against his back and smiled. The sounds that came from Vincent were quite confusing to him, he didn't quite understand what Vincent could or was trying to tell him.

He merely smiled back at the other, continuing to gently pushed at Vincent's back and finally stopped, sitting back down in his swing and looked at the other. He started to pick up some speed now, going right at the same height that Vincent was going.

Is that high enough? He asked curiously with a smile.

Vincent was growing comfortable with the height that he was currently swinging at and ignored the fact that he had actually listened to what he sounded like for once. He watched Hunter move back to his own swing, the other starting to catch up to the same level as him. He could only nod with a cheery smile at being asked if he was okay with the current height. He started to stair up at the sky for a moment always loving the colors that blended during the day. He had learned how to express things better with color and letters with his lack of voice after all. His eyes moved to look at his art bag that was still attached to his chair. He really was starting to considering drawing and even try to practice drawing people. He couldn't help to think that maybe Hunter wouldn't really like being the subject though for some reason and just did his best to maintain swinging.