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His light playful act suddenly seemed out of place and his ears went back sensing he may have acted a bit too childish around his father. He felt the burning in his cheeks, something that was rare, but soon becoming something he felt to many times lately. It was like he was trying to overcompensate for his mishap months ago. Hearing the words that came from his dad, he realized that something important was going on, why wouldn't it have been. It wasn't like his dad called him everyday...or really at all. He should have known better. He cursed his foolish behavior and tried to correct it by being a little more serious. He stood straight now, and watched his father who walked toward a large painting. He slowly moved forward being curious and seeing there was something over there that must be what he called him for. Aro was quite big even in his plain lupus form standing a good height at the withers taller than the average, muscle was now occuring on his legs, and his ribs and stomach was beginning to pack on bulk as before he was a lanky bony figure of a wolf. Fast approaching a full year he was beginning to bulk up, but again was still a growing boy in reality. A teenager in all the sense.
He remained quiet hearing his father's instruction even if it was just a suggestion, to Aro it was rule. Changing a lot back and forth from forms he was fast becoming a professional at it. His shifting taking a matter of minutes as he focused solely on his act it was afterward that Aro had realized just how tall he was in comparison. He would soon match his father's height if not exceed it by a fraction of an inch. His eyes looked into his father's golden orbs questions filled him but he tried to stop himself from speaking as he looked to the painting wondering if he should remember the numbers in which he just saw his father put up onto the lock, but instead he couldn't hold back the questions that seem to be fighting to burst out of him nearly ruining the seriousness that had befallen the two of them, "What's so special about today? What's behind this painting?" More was itching to get out but he kept silenced himself so his father could answer those two that blurted out at nearly shotgun speed.