: Yeah....yeah that is something to look forward to isn't i--Hang on.......*he picked up his phone from his pocket...* Hey Kyle. Kinda late little buddy....Did you ...have questions about yor home work assig--whao slow down....Whose chasing you--......OK Get some place dark, Stay hidden. I'm calling some on--ok ok....I'll stay on the phone with you just tell me where you are ....*His sling caught litteral fire. he ran for Vlads patio without much else, time was of the essence*: Consider it practice then for when you have your own children: I try not to show favoritism but, i try to guide where i can. none of my students really goof off but he really keeps his nose to the grind stone: Then perhaps keep an eye on him? Even mentor him, or suggest a mentor so he can make the most of his life: *he chuckles* the heart on that kid though...He's going far in life.: *He'd shrug* Perhaps they do not get much of an allowance?: Guess your right....too bad i cant tell them why im really hammed up in this sling....*he sighs* Also who gifts soda???? is it some new generational thing?: Do not give it too much thought though, children will always act as such, I imagine even you thought someone of your age now was old, when you were a child.: *he let out an exagerated gasp* my heart!: That's amusing, you are considered old.: I've been getting called old...ancient even.....the sling dosne't help. be glad your not an educator...BE GLAD: **He'd shrug his shoulders** If that is what they fancy, then all the better for them. You do not have to have the same interests, merely just tune them out.: Well my class wont stop talking about them......I had to sit through a 7th grade performance of "Soda pop": Ah, my dear boy, I am not interested in "pop bands", I prefer classical music: A new kpop band i think, they kinda popped up for like...a brief while: Who are the Saja boys?: its a hoot, Say....do you like the Saja boys?: Ah, to have siblings. **He'd laugh quietly.** But I thank you for the gifts.: Well, not used to being at home so much....weird as that is to say, and the boys are about to doctor me to death. SO i thought i'd take a stroll and share some early holliday cheer.: I suppose you could say that, the piano is something I've always loved, even when I was human. **He'd turn on the piano bench and would get up to his feet.** What brings you here?: *he greeted the guards, Knowing one of the gifts Vlad wouldnt partake in* Heya fellas, Kids from the tech center thought you might like this.....well they thought i would but....im not into orange pop. *he handed them a two liter of orange soda and went to the music room* Hey Vlad. playing the classics?: *Pausing in the piano playing, he'd glance over at the intercom and would press a button.* Come inside, Merrick, I'm in the music room.: *
: *A subtle yet familiar knock came to Vlads front door, a visitor with his arm in a sling had come bearing gifts*: **In the music room of his estate, he'd be playing the piano, his gaze occasionally going to the sheet music before back down to the keys. He was at least thankful to have a break from paperwork for once, with it having been done earlier and on time for once.**: Great! Your name is Ostron now.: .........kinda fits: Ostron; Old Swedish. Ostra which means Oyster.: dont know if i like where this is going: **She'd think for a moment.** Hm, what about Ostron?: potocol dictates my name must be chosen for me. Like when humans are conceived and gestated: Alright, what name do you want, then?: *the machine perks up at the question* Yes! yes i would!: So...do you want to name yourself?: it is better than fried american foods. And you are mending from a repair you need good wholesome nurishment: Hey thanks....you .......More japanese...thats awesome dude: Why thank you. *She'd smile.* Say..do you want to give yourself a name?Last Post:1:58am, December 05 (UTC) (1)
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