Adelia's secret power

After some thought, he suggested, "Okay, how about this. I pour this wine down the drain and fill it with water, you can swirl it then."

"No!" he screamed, still trying to pry the glass away from Willow. "That's not the same!"

"How is it not the same?" Willow tried to bullshit his way out and said, "Look, what is wine? Liquid. What is water? Liquid. Aren't they basically the same? It's just some rotten grapes that make the little difference between them."

The other boy knew they weren't the same but couldn't argue with Willow's logic. He tried to find other differences and said whatever came to his mind first. "But! Wine is red! Yes, yes! Wine is red, but water isn't! That's why they're different!"

Willow wasn't going to back down either. "...Oh, so that's the problem? You don't want water because it isn't red?"

"Yes, yes!"

"That's the only reason?"

The short boy didn't think much of it and just replied hurriedly, "Yes!"

"You'd take it if it were red?"

"Yes! But it isn't! So, give me my wine back—"

'Crash!'

"You! Why'd you drop it?"

"Well, I generally don't like wasting things," Willow walked to the door. "But since you obviously weren't going to let me quietly pour it down the drain, I had to do it."

"What am I going to swirl then?" he threw a fit, his face red from anger and indignation.

"Red water. Wait here; I'm going to get something real quick—"

"Wait! Where are you going?" he walked up to him and clutched his collar, "You ruined my moment, and now you're just going to walk away! No way in hell that's happening!"

"I'm just going to get something; it's for your sake," Willow made him remove his hands and said, "My sister had a lipstick with her. It's red. We'll mix it with the water, and then—"

"How do I know you're not gonna run away?"

"You already know my secret; I'm not going to run away—"

"I don't trust you!" he snapped, "Either call her here, or make my water red by your blood."

Willow sighed at his immaturity but knew he didn't have any other option. "Alright, alright. Whatever you say, shorty."

"I have a name, you know!" he bit his lip in anger, tears forming in his eyes, "I was going to say it in my epic intro, but it's ruined, thanks to a certain someone!"

Willow felt a little guilty for making him like this and hurriedly called Adelia. Adelia, who was already sick with worry, arrived very quickly.

"Will? What happened? Are you okay—"

"Adel, you have a lipstick?"

"...? What are you saying, Willow? Has the stress gotten to you? Listen, I know Charlie's gonna go crazy if he sees you in lipstick, but it isn't time for that—"

"Shut up! It's not for me! It's for him!"

Adelia looked at the small boy Willow was pointing at. It was a cute, short boy with milk-white skin and big eyes. She couldn't help but pinch those plump cheeks and cooed, "Aww, sweetie, who are you? Will, who's this? Where's the villainous guy who was threatening us? Cutie, did the bad guy bully you too—"

"He's the bad guy!"

"I'm the bad guy!" they both said at the same time. Adelia was shocked but still didn't remove her hands.

"What? No, you must be mistaken. How can such a child be the villain—"

"Listen, woman, remove your hands right now! or I'm going to kill you!" he didn't look like he was joking and was completely serious, but his childish look made the threat ineffective.

Still, Adelia removed her hands and looked at Willow questioningly. Willow nodded, answering all her questions.

Adelia got away from him and held her hands up in a surrendering position. "O-okay, calm down. Willow, he might be the sicko— I- I mean, the villain, but why does he need my lipstick?" 

She pulled out a lipstick from nowhere, a magical power most women receive when they come of age and held it out. Still, she couldn't help but be curious about the reason and asked, "Why does a guy need a lipstick? Are you a crossdresser—"

"I'm not!"

Willow sighed before quietly taking the lipstick from her hand. He didn't try to intervene in their 'conversation' and silently dipped it in the water, trying to color it.

Fortunately, it seemed that lipstick was water-soluble as it slowly turned a light shade of red. Willow tried to darken it, but since the one Adelia had wasn't blood red and a lighter shade, the water was still dark pinkish.

"Here," he handed him the glass, praying he won't notice the difference. "Here's your red water. Now, do your introduction."