Art

[Art is a biomage. Made himself toys... Zombies, werewolves, skeletons... The prince of the kingdom of darkness, what can you expect from him. Boys!]

Always pompous and serious.. That's how absolutely everyone knew him. And I think it was true.
Where he appears you always hear him called handsome, attractive... He likes it. For everyone he is a mysterious, a little scary... But an alluring figure. The one who is loved, but watched from afar.
Everyone from afar.. Except for one person.
Zart always stuck to him like a fly. After their first meeting, he considered them bosom friends... At first, he was annoying, but then something about him attracted him. Although he was hyperactive, a little strange. But for some reason, Art was not against being friends with him.
Nighttime conversations on the phone, how Zart enthusiastically told about what he had read in books, or about what he had invented. How he bragged about his successes in weather spells.. Joyful, with a smile from ear to ear.
Art mostly just listened. Zart didn't need an answer, he just wanted to tell.. And Art, on the contrary, liked to listen.
And here it is again, evening... He is interrupted from reading an interesting book by a phone call.
"Zart again..."
Art mumbles under his breath with a slight smile.