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circle72012-06-20 06:19 pm
pugsmuggler) wrote in 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.”
it's probably his lucky pencil
I guess we can end here!
That was much easier than the early morning activities would have suggested. Garamond would be glad to know that not only was leaving Danny in Calibri's care a good choice, but an educational one. Optimized use of resources, if he did say so himself.
Patting Danny's head lightly in a gesture the boy might not have noticed, given how absorbed he was in counting (Boss often did this, so he hypothesized it was a regular gesture in the Garamond family), Calibri went back to work.
Bacteria were multiplying, poison was brewing, and all was well in the First Circle.