44th Devotion: Show and Tell

[favoritetraitor]

[Accidental Video/Action for anyone in the apartment]

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*]

Comments

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

No, I'm afraid you're incorrect this time.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

.......... mmm.... want me to draw a picture?

[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!

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

Ah...

[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.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He giggles, ignoring the big words and instead focusing on the 'yes' he heard.]

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?

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

[Nothing to be done short of tying the child up, and Jezebel wouldn't go that far for notes that aren't his own.]

Yes, I do see. Well done.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He laughs in delight. Smiling at the camera.]

merci merci... play with me now? I have glue, an' scissors, an' paper, an' crayons... we can play a game...

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

I am afraid I have work to do, little one. But you may show me what you create once you are done?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Whyyyyy.... you have work...?

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

I do indeed.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Non non... WHYYYYYYYYY....?

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

Because there are matters of much importance that hinge on what I do.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

...

[His lower lip quivers, upset at the light not wanting to play with him.]

... but... I can get cookies... Mishka will get cookies...

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

Perhaps after I am done?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

mmmmmm.... now?

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

No, I am afraid not.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[His lower lip juts out as he pouts, not liking the word no.]

But... I'll be good...

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

[Jezebel is, sadly, impervious to children pouting.]

That makes my work no less important.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Will you give me a present?

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, yes.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He squeals in delight, clapping his little hands together.]

eeeeeee! 'kay... after my nap. 'Pearhaps' oui. Okay guy!

[deadlyhealing.livejournal.com]

Very well. Go and sleep, Solomon.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Smiling at the red light, he stands on his tippy toes, tiny arms reaching out to pull the device closer. His face enlarges as he clumsily tries to hug it and give it a goodnight kiss.]

Okay guy... mah mah. Then is play.