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Léan breathed a big sigh of relief, adjusting himself so she could pick him up easily. "Thank you...you've saved me...I don't feel like murdering my brother all that much..."
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"I've heard that brothers are like that, sometimes," Glory replied as she picked him up. "Don't be too hard on him, though. He's excited. He just needs to tone it all down a bit." Taking him inside, she set him down on the couch. "Let me just go tell Nana you're spending the night."
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Léan nodded, resting his head on one of the couch pillows. He seemed ten times better now that he was away from Archie...
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"Hey Nana?" Glory called as she went into her grandmother's room. She found Nana working on one of her sewing projects.
"Yes, Glory?" Nana asked, without looking up from her sewing. "Léan is going to stay the night inside," Glory said. "His brother is getting a little hard to deal with." "That's fine," Nana replied. "Can I use your paints?" Glory asked. This time, Nana did look up. "Of course. What do you need them for?" "I was working on something in school that I wanted to finish," Glory replied, a bit vaguely. Nana nodded. "Alright." Grinning, Glory hugged her grandmother and headed back out to the living room, grabbing the paints and her school bag on her way. |
Léan was happily curled up on the couch...so glad to be away from his brother. He perked up, meeting her eyes when she walked back in. He studied the paints curiously. "What are those for?"
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"I started making something in school, and I want to finish it," Glory replied, giving him almost the same answer as Nana. "First, I need to finish up my homework."
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Léan nodded slowly, finding the answer a little vague, and then readjusted himself on the couch, so that he was sitting up a bit more. "How did it go today? I didn't get a chance to ask, due to Arcturus being irritating..."
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"Today was... interesting," Glory replied as she took out her math book. "I managed to find myself a job... I think. It's not much, but it's better than nothing." She grinned a bit. "I managed to get myself a job atthe Vittorio's restaurant."
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Léan perked up at that, tail swishing around a bit. "Oh? Tell me, was he different than you imagined? He struck me as someone who would never, ever want to be 'that popular boy'...but he is, anyway..."
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"He was... arrogant," Glory replied. "I mean, I don't take notes, either, but at least I pretend to. And I don't talk back to the teachers." She added a few more things to her homework as she talked. "But he seemed... I think he was bored, the one time I saw him with Selena. Like he really didn't care."
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Léan nodded, idly. "That sounds about right...he isn't really too arrogant. He has issues with authority, so teachers probably bother him. He even had issues with the managers at restaurants we went to, when I was still with Selena, because they were in charge."
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"I don't blame him," Glory said. "They don't have half a brain between them, and there are six of them. I could feel myself looking brain cells just listening to them."
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Léan hummed wearily in agreement, cuddling up once more on the couch, watching her do her homework contently. He was so glad he didn't have to do homework, though he wouldn't gloat that out loud. He thought she might throw an eraser at him, or something like that.
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"If you're bored, you can turn on the TV," Glory said, without looking up from her homework. Reaching over with the hand not holding the pencil, she grabbed the remote from the side table and handed it to him. "Red button turns it on, arrows flip up or down channels."
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Léan had heard of televisions before, but he'd never actually used one...carefully, somewhat awkwardly, he took the remote, fumbling with it a bit before pressing the red button. After that, he just flipped through channels with reckless abandon, utterly fascinated. He had a bit of childlike fascination on his face.
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"You know," Glory said after a moment of him flipping channels, "It tends to work best if you find a channel you like and stay there until the show is over. I tend to like the science channels, the food channel, and some of the cartoon channels."
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Léan frowned, but finally paused on a cartoon channel, watching the show unfold with both interest and confusion.
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Glory listened absently as she kept working on her homework. It was a show she used to watch as a kid, so she figured he would get bored soon and keep flipping channels. She was close to being done with her work, and was looking forward to painting the wooden seashell she made in shop class.
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Léan, surprisingly, kept the show on, puzzled and fascinated by it. There was nothing like a television in his world...so he was intrigued. "This...thing." He pointed at the television. "How does it work? We have nothing like this back home..."
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"Hm?" Glory looked up from her text book. "It's complicated and involves electricity and broadcasting on radio waves and other such things. In the end, it's all just data and information arranged on the screen in a way that makes sense to the person watching."
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"Elec...what?" Léan knew what radio waves were, of course...that had been discovered in his world. Electricity, however, was another thing. They used material from fluorescent fish and plants to light their homes.
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"It's pretty much... energy that we can divert to different things," Glory said. "Kind of like... Well, it's like taking lightning and running it through a copper wire so that it's able to power things like lights and other appliances."
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"Oh..." Léan squinted a bit. "That's interesting..." It seemed beyond him, still--it was such a big idea for someone who had never heard of it before. "We do everything by hand, mostly...and use fluorescent fish and the like for lighting..."
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"Really?" Glory asked, eyes lighting up in interest. "That's cool. I think the only thing up here that glows on its own are fireflies. It has to be so amazing to have so much that bioluminesces."
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Léan also looked interested. "Fire...flies? I have never heard of those...yes, we have a lot of luminescent fish...they taste terrible, so they're no good for eating. We raise them in small coral and glass tanks...and they act as lamps."
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