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As the past few days went by, Robert kept quiet most of the time. He never really had any friends in the school but that didn't bother him that much. Most of the time Robert would just think of the timey wimey incident than his studies, though it didn't really affect his grades.

Today wasn't any different it was a Wednesday meaning he had to go to his club. Robert never really was great at cooking, but since there was no Art club it was the closest thing he had to it. He entered the room with a small bag that didn't match his outfit. he looked all stupid looking with his hoodie on. He noticed some of the other students that participated in the club weren't really there yet, so he found himself a chair where he took out a sketch pad and a pencil out of the small bag, and began drawing a picture of a frying pan.

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Nathaniel yawned as he sat up and rubbed his stomach in slight irritation and confusion. He had woken up because he was hungry, which was an odd occurance as he usually isn't so hungry his stomach would rumble in the morning. Unless of course it isn't morning, he mused as he looked at how bright his window curtain was, holding back the noon sunlight. He had overslept, the boy smacked his forehead. He skipped breakfast, he skipped class, he forgotten his siblings. His siblings...why hadn't they woken him up? He sighed, of course they didn't wake him up, he normally wakes them up. He got out of bed and redressed before going to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and cleaned himself up before making his way to his siblings' rooms. He passed by the phone and saw that they had three missed calls. He deleted the three messages, knowing that two were from the elementary school and one from the high school, calling about the unexcused absences.

Nathaniel got his siblings dressed and cleaned, having to explain to them the mistake he had made. Isaiah and Belle weren't exactly upset they missed school and the trio made plans to go to town, have lunch and some ice cream, because why not.

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Sitting in the garage with rest of the Tech. Club, Chi laboriously worked on her robot. As much as she hated to admit it, she really could use additional pair of hands to help. But nor Pascale, nor anyone else that she knew was around, leaving only her, and Aiko.

Even though she tried to salvage some use-ready parts, she still had to cut plenty of metal, which was not an easy - or safe - job for her at all. Actually...in theory, she shouldn't even get close to most of the tools that were there... But her stubbornness, few tricks, and Aiko's guidance eventually lead to getting the whole robot's frame done, just with a small cut on Chi's finger. Well...it wasn't completely finished, there was still one more thing that had to be done, and was way beyond Chi. However, not in a physical way.

Gritting her teeth, she approached some other student, that was working next to her. Putting a charming, yet quite fake smile on, she asked.

"Hey, uh...Could you help me a little? I need to weld this whole thing, but my hands are like, really shaky...and i don't want to mess it up..."

You really couldn't come up with something better than this?

The boy rose his head from above his project and looked at Chi from head to toes, slightly frowning. "Yeah...sure...just..." He grabbed a mask, and put it on, heading to Chi's workbench. She immediately began to back off, and leaned against a table, in almost other corner of the garage.

He was just about to start welding, when the boy noticed how far away Chi is. "What are you doing...?" His frown deepened.

"Oh you know, sparks and what not...i also don't have a mask..." It started to be really hard for her, to keep her smile on.

"You just...sat...right next to one..."

"..." Thanks to Aiko's quick reaction, Chi localized the mask that was laying just by her right hand, and put it on. "...Thanks..." With tentative steps, she got closer to the workbench.

The student slightly shook his head, pulled his mask down, turned on the blowtorch, and began welding.

Right now, Chi was actually glad that there was something, that covered her face. She couldn't keep her smile for any longer, and instead, an expression of sheer panic and anxiety took its place. She just wanted for the club to be over already, so that she could leave...

Chubs, rummaging around in his desk, found some of his past creations.
A hummingbird with a small control box and a even smaller controller.
The tap-dancing nutcracker windup toy.
He looked at them for a while, and made a slight grin.
Time flows too quickly...
He began to fly the hummingbird around, watching it swirl around the sky.