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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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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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"The gauge of one's interest in the female race is not a test of intelligence. Neither is the measure one's interest in unconventional fields like poisons," he sniffed, poking around his eggs with a fork now. They were done easy-over, so the semi-raw yolk still had a chance of developing Enterobacteriaceae bacteria, he noted. "There are plenty of people who are experts in their field who, presumably, have no interests in poisons, and have no interests in women."
calibri is this a sensitive issue for you
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After a moment, he turned back to his food. The yolks were making a bloody mess all over his plate now and, despite what a fastidiously tidy person he tended to be, Calibri seemed to take no mind in smearing around the carnage with the egg whites. "Right now, my career is more important than the proliferation of my genetic brand for evolutionary purposes."
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Of course, he had to ruin that a moment later with a thoughtful tilt of his head. "But I estimate you have at least two years before you are even physically capable of producing offspring."
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AND YOU SAY HE HAS NO SENSE OF HUMOR
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garamond probably gave him that pencil
it's probably his lucky pencil
I guess we can end here!