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There was a kind of affability attached to a brother's request that wouldn't be seen otherwise.
"Sorry, Albedo, but can you go check it out by yourself? I have to handle our landlord today."
By handle, Nigredo had meant hypnotize, of course, but that was how they had gained the ability to do much by themselves in this place. The pair of them were both more than capable of living in this low-risk (to their standards) environment. The problem came with society viewing two twelve-year-olds to be wards of the state and needing guidance.
They had already done that song and dance, thank you. And they would rather pass.
And at any rate, it was more Albedo's hobby than Nigredo's--to seek out rumors of budding technology and see if there was any use to any of it. Mainly it had been piles of useless scrap that Albedo had torn apart in verbal details as to why exactly.... But there was always that hope that there would be something more than an updated computer system.
Nigredo's agent had set up an appointment with the company (business? person? Perhaps Albedo should have actually listened to the explanation...), and the boy made his way there at the given time, moving through the door quietly on habit. The clothes worn was more of the current style than the URTV's-- A button-down striped shirt, light in color, and a pair of dress-casual slacks. Even so, he'd learned that it was the age more than the clothes that people cared about. It had become almost amusing by this point.
Stopping a few feet inside, he peered around the settings, taking in the scene.
"Sorry, Albedo, but can you go check it out by yourself? I have to handle our landlord today."
By handle, Nigredo had meant hypnotize, of course, but that was how they had gained the ability to do much by themselves in this place. The pair of them were both more than capable of living in this low-risk (to their standards) environment. The problem came with society viewing two twelve-year-olds to be wards of the state and needing guidance.
They had already done that song and dance, thank you. And they would rather pass.
And at any rate, it was more Albedo's hobby than Nigredo's--to seek out rumors of budding technology and see if there was any use to any of it. Mainly it had been piles of useless scrap that Albedo had torn apart in verbal details as to why exactly.... But there was always that hope that there would be something more than an updated computer system.
Nigredo's agent had set up an appointment with the company (business? person? Perhaps Albedo should have actually listened to the explanation...), and the boy made his way there at the given time, moving through the door quietly on habit. The clothes worn was more of the current style than the URTV's-- A button-down striped shirt, light in color, and a pair of dress-casual slacks. Even so, he'd learned that it was the age more than the clothes that people cared about. It had become almost amusing by this point.
Stopping a few feet inside, he peered around the settings, taking in the scene.
