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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.

Action
[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.]

Comments

[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?

[skaterbrain]

S'what I said.

Anyway, it's a good name. He'll always remember who he was.

[godbent]

So what about your birth name?

[skaterbrain]

What 'bout it? It ain't got nothin' to do with this.

[godbent]

Well your birth name talks about where you come from!

[skaterbrain]

Well it ain't important to dinosaurs, so it ain't nothin' to talk about.

[godbent]

What if I'm curious personally!

[skaterbrain]

Then you can keep bein' curious 'cause I ain't gonna say it.