44th Devotion: Show and Tell
Jun. 13th, 2009 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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A four year old Solomon sits on the floor humming and halfway singing a traditional child's song. Scattered around his tiny body are what look like documents of some sort. Some with flow charts, others with what look like images of xray-s and other medical scans surrounded by notes and text. Clutched in his hand however, is a crayon and the camera clearly shows a myriad of markers and other kids art supplies well within grasp.
He apparently has been hard at work.
The little red light of the network device catches his attention, and eyes widening, he gathers together a handful of papers, crawls over to the light and pushes his 'art' at the screen.]
Ooooooooo!!!!!! Pretty red!!! Look! I made pretty too!~
[ooc: Solomon has in effect decimated his months of research, making it highly illegible underneath the art work. But look at how proud he seems! So much for his 'breakthrough' on the City Dead. *shrugs*]
A four year old Solomon sits on the floor humming and halfway singing a traditional child's song. Scattered around his tiny body are what look like documents of some sort. Some with flow charts, others with what look like images of xray-s and other medical scans surrounded by notes and text. Clutched in his hand however, is a crayon and the camera clearly shows a myriad of markers and other kids art supplies well within grasp.
He apparently has been hard at work.
The little red light of the network device catches his attention, and eyes widening, he gathers together a handful of papers, crawls over to the light and pushes his 'art' at the screen.]
Ooooooooo!!!!!! Pretty red!!! Look! I made pretty too!~
[ooc: Solomon has in effect decimated his months of research, making it highly illegible underneath the art work. But look at how proud he seems! So much for his 'breakthrough' on the City Dead. *shrugs*]
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dear god I'm dying from the cute
Date: 2009-06-13 09:31 pm (UTC)XD
Date: 2009-06-13 09:36 pm (UTC)[He pauses, mid dance, and stares at the light, the smile fading from his little chubby face.]
I was bad? But... kitties, an' fishies... you don't like?
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Date: 2009-06-13 09:39 pm (UTC)must run out for 45 mintues. back soon to play again!
Date: 2009-06-13 09:44 pm (UTC)Look~! I drawed a duckie, here~ an' his name is Henri!
[He shoves what appears to be some remnant of some lab results at the camera, the black and white text almost obscured completely by finger paint.]
okay!
Date: 2009-06-13 09:47 pm (UTC)[he's wondering how badly Solomon is going to take this the next day]
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:16 pm (UTC)[Solomon pauses, peering into the red light with biiiiig green eyes.]
You're a GUY...
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:25 pm (UTC)An' your name is HENRI, too!~
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:30 pm (UTC)[Without waiting for a response, he bends over and grabs a page of the report as of yet untarnished by toddler hands. He hums to himself for a moment, that same French lullabye that he'd recited before to another disembodied voice over the network. Solomon's little hand finally finding what he was looking for, triumphantly holds up a red marker.]
PRETTY Art for the guy!
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:32 pm (UTC)[How to stop him? Not that it would make much difference at this point.]
Yes, but perhaps on a blank piece of paper? For the drawing to show up the clearer.
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:36 pm (UTC)Red is good! See?
[Sticking his tongue out in concentration his tiny hand scribbles out a huge red circle in the middle of what looks like CAT scan results.]
I drawed you.... see?
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:37 pm (UTC)Yes, I do see. Well done.
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:40 pm (UTC)merci merci... play with me now? I have glue, an' scissors, an' paper, an' crayons... we can play a game...
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Date: 2009-06-13 11:51 pm (UTC)[His lower lip quivers, upset at the light not wanting to play with him.]
... but... I can get cookies... Mishka will get cookies...
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Date: 2009-06-14 12:06 am (UTC)But... I'll be good...
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Date: 2009-06-14 12:08 am (UTC)That makes my work no less important.
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