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

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Eeee! [He claps his hands, excited to hear a familiar lilt to the words that he was so used to.]

Oui!!! Haahaah! You sound like Papa!

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

I'm sure your father has a much better accent. Je ne parle pas français souvent... je suis désolé si je ne le parle pas bien.

Solomon mun parle un peu de francais seulement!!! DX

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[He laughs, clapping once again.]

Now you sing to me! Bateau, Ciseau!!!

It's fine! XD Carl mun habla solamente español.

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

You don't want me to sing, believe me. Some would consider such a torment child abuse.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

No singing for Solomon?

[He pouts.]

Candy? Presents?

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Aha. Why don't you talk to Mishka about that? I'm not in much of a position to give you either, as much as the thought of giving you a copious amount of sugar amuses me.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

oooOOOOOOooooooo! Sugar? Sweets for Solomon? I've been good!

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

If any of the shops in the City had candy stocked, I'd be sorely tempted.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Giggling cutely, he bounces up and down on the balls of his feet.]

Heeeheeehee! You're a funny light! I'll name you Luc!

[He dances around in circle, making up a song about his new friend, Luc.]

Luc~
est mon ami~
Luc, Luc~
C'est voici~

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Li--oh! The recording device?

There you go. You can sing enough for both of us.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Maman et Maman Mishka sing to me too~

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Does she? Not in French, I suppose... I've only known her to sing in Romanian.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Non, non... Maman Mishka's songs are new. The songs sound funny... but... pretty. I like them.

Does she sing for you too? Want to hear the pretty songs?

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Romanian is rather pretty, I suppose, and the Romanian folk songs I've heard have--erm. Not that it matters, really.

Ah... no. Absolutely not. Marish--Mishka and I don't get on well, but thank you.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

.... you... you don't like Mishka?

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

The dislike is entirely mutual, rather.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

... why?

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Nothing that you need to concern yourself with. Why don't you go draw a bit more, hm? Not on the other papers, though!

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Come draw with me?

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

I would like to, really, but I have... erm. Prior commitments, and all.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

Non?

[somekindofsin.livejournal.com]

Non, oui. Terribly sorry.