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[skaterbrain]

AIGHT, so it sounds like a lotta you guys got feelin's or somethin' to work out 'cause of what happened. Not 'cause of the stupid Culturists comin' in, but you know, the other thing.

WELL, IT AIN'T GETTIN' WORKED OUT BY ITSELF.

An' since I ain't so good at talkin' and I know some people here ain't so good at it neither 'cause you got emotion Legos or somethin', I've got some pads up on the trees and I'm gonna go punch stuff. If you ain't good at talkin' neither, but you wanna blow off some steam? The name's Beat. Come punch trees wit' me behind House 10. It's good for you, yo.

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[And if he's not found behind House 10 punching trees with boxing pads duct-taped to them, he's inside helping around the house for once. Mainly, he's trying to clean; trying being the operative word. He does pretty well at sweeping up and vacuuming, but dusting is not his forte. It takes too much concentration and finesse and he spends most of his time catching all the things he knocked off the shelves.

Later, in the evening, he's on the porch of House 10 or out in the plaza and practicing his reading with a flashlight. It's slow going since Shiki left, but he figures she'll come back one day and then he's got to show that he improved or she'll probably slug him in the face.]

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[godbent]

[She was halfway to advancing on him to poke him in the chest and keep up the argument when she realizes that he's reacting like some sort of scared kid. A child.

Like Diamond?

That's pushed back, and her anger rapidly abates into a confused pout.]

Well. I know you didn't. It's fine.

[skaterbrain]

.....

[He was half-expecting a fight and now it seems like the whole thing has fizzled out. He blinks and puts his hands down, confused all the same.]

Ain't you gonna get mad?

[godbent]

Why would I get mad?

[It would be like getting mad at a ... you know what, she's not going to continue that.]

[skaterbrain]

[He motioned to the clay on the table.]

'Cause.

...Yanno.

[He was rude. Sort of. Without realizing it, sure, but he had been rude and called them lumps. She seems calm though, so it was probably better not to poke the angry girl. He's learned from watching all the other angry girls that you never make them angrier. It's just not nice.]

...You been doin' these things a lot?

[godbent]

Not really. I've done painting and body paint before, as well as some other stuff, but I've not really tried modelling before now. I guess I was bored and didn't feel like sewing.

[Because she had done that a lot. Something different to distance herself]

[skaterbrain]

[Sounds like a lot of hobbies. Beat can understand that, sort of, but he's mostly always focused on one and let that be enough for him. People who need a lot of hobbies need a lot of distractions. He thinks for a moment and then scratches his head.]

Guess it's good 'nuff to keep ya' busy. Lots of people needin' keepin' busy right now, huh?

[godbent]

Yeah. And it's better to do something productive than go out and kill things or drink, which I imagine a lot of other people are doing.

[skaterbrain]

Nngh. I dunno why people're so big into that drinkin' stuff. It just makes 'em smell bad and act like jerks. Or start cryin' for no reason.

[Drinking is dumb, says the fifteen year old. He huffs and pulls a chair out at the table, turning it around to sit down, legs straddling the back of it.]

But you gotta have somethin' in mind you wanna make, right?

[godbent]

Well yeah - starting with people would be hard... [And she says this as she goes back to take the seat she was in before this conversation started-] so I decided I'd start off with a dinosaur.

[skaterbrain]

Dinosaurs? Sweet! I always thought that plate one was cool. The stegamega or whateva? What'd you like?

[godbent]

I... like brachiosaurs. [Which is a bit of an emotional thing to something he might not get. Well, he probably hasn't seen the Brack plush in her room. But she says this with only minor thoughtful pause.]

[skaterbrain]

Those the ones wit' the three horns or the ones wit' the giraffe necks? [He doesn't get the emotional side of it, but he does like dinosaurs. This is just a normal conversation to him, sadly.]

[godbent]

[What a way to put it...]

They're the ones which look more like giraffes, yeah.

[skaterbrain]

Heheheh, yeah, they're like dino-cows. They're pretty coo'.

[He folded his arms over the top of the chair and motioned to the clay.]

Whatchu gonna name it when you done wit' it?

[godbent]

Name it? [A beat] I hadn't planned on it, but that might not be a terrible idea, yeah.

[skaterbrain]

Chyeah! It's a great idea! S'what d'ya think you'll name it?

[godbent]

Why don't you name it, actually?

[skaterbrain]

M-me? [He points to himself dumbfounded.] You want me to name it?

[godbent]

Yeah, why not?

[skaterbrain]

Jus' never named nothin' before.

[He has to think about it, but the first name that comes to mind, he decides to blurt out despite knowing it's a bad idea.]

How 'bout Lumpy?

[godbent]

[skaterbrain]

...So that's a no, huh?

[godbent]

Of course not, that's a dumb name.

[skaterbrain]

No it ain't! It's a cool name. It's like his oregon story!

[godbent]

Don't you mean origin?