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circle72012-06-20 06:19 pm
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Adventures in Babysitting
It was uncharacteristically early when Garamond decided to stop by Calibri’s lab. The installment was still relatively new to the first circle’s queen ship. The counters were still glossy-tiled and free of chemical burns, the utensils all shiny and unused, and while it accommodated for plenty more than just Calibri’s research, no one really had the nerve to go in there with it being consistently occupied by the circle’s finest poisons expert — No one except for Garamond. From Garamond’s perspective, Calibri had acclimated himself to life on the ship quite well, and handled his responsibilities aptly. This particular morning, however, Garamond had decided to hand Calibri a responsibility that extended slightly beyond what Calibri had signed on for.
Ten-year-old son at his side, Garamond let himself through the laboratory doors and into the. He found Calibri, after a brief trip around the countertops, curled up asleep underneath a desk. Calibri was equipped with a stylus and notebook in hand as if he had fallen asleep scrawling notes. Garamond, not visibly surprised by the scenario, crouched down to Calibri’s level, perching himself on the toes of his loafers.
“Ah, there you are,” Garamond announced himself. “I had a favor to ask.”
Ten-year-old son at his side, Garamond let himself through the laboratory doors and into the. He found Calibri, after a brief trip around the countertops, curled up asleep underneath a desk. Calibri was equipped with a stylus and notebook in hand as if he had fallen asleep scrawling notes. Garamond, not visibly surprised by the scenario, crouched down to Calibri’s level, perching himself on the toes of his loafers.
“Ah, there you are,” Garamond announced himself. “I had a favor to ask.”

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"You make very weird sounds," Calibri admitted in return, inclining his head at Danny. "I don't quite understand it either."
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He stood up, taking Danny by the hand and pulling the child to his feet as well before leading him in the direction of the exit. A matte metal tray had been left there just inside the doorway, stacked with covered dishes that were warm to the touch - presumably the food Garamond had called up for them, given the distinct aroma of food particles hanging in the air. There were just enough plates to constitute an ample meal for the two of them, carefully-prepared but hastily delivered. The men under the kitchen's command had apparently come sometime during their shuffle and, wisely and in consideration for their own well-being, had left the food here for them to find when all the conflict died down.
He let go of Danny's hand to pick up the tray and set it on the nearest clear table that was not contaminated (last he remembered) by any biologically threatening substances. Then, he stepped back, waving a hand to motion for the boy to go ahead. "Eat, then."
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Danny's mood seemed to brighten considerably once he saw the meal and he took no time before he started digging in. This was clearly a breakfast of champions, after all.
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Whereas Danny's breakfast was perfectly cooked to his tastes, Calibri's, too, was one tailored exactly for the kind of person who never quite ate well and rarely enough in favor of longer work hours. There was a bowl of what seemed to be thick, slightly-sweetened oatmeal cooked in milk, a humble-looking plate of scrambled eggs, made fluffier with milk, and a tall glass of cold, pure white mi-...
There certainly was a lot of that stuff. (But surely it had nothing to do with all of Garamond's comments about his lack of growth. Surely.)
"Don't eat so fast, or you'll choke and suffocate and die," Calibri commented idly as he picked up his spoon.
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DANNY
His eyes narrowed. "I thought human males usually hit the onslaught of hormonal maturity before they were concerned with such things."
CALIBRI.
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"I left my planet before a mating candidate meeting was arranged for me."
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"Why would you choose a companion over a means to sustain yourself?"
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"That is the most incorrect statement I have ever heard."
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uh oh you've done it now danny
hey koba do you want to see gen2 lockweiler
SCREAMS WAS THAT A REAL QUESTION SHOW ME
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calibri is this a sensitive issue for you
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AND YOU SAY HE HAS NO SENSE OF HUMOR
GA Sp
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garamond probably gave him that pencil
it's probably his lucky pencil
I guess we can end here!