Backlog: Cadie & Fio
Who: Cadie & Fio
When: Fall, 2011
Where: Monroe's Music
What: music practice, meetings and family
It was 4:15. That meant that cheerios practice was finally over. That also meant that Fio had exactly fifteen minutes to get from the school down to Monroe’s Music in order to get to her flute lessons on time. After being late last week... and pretty much every week before it, she told herself that she would make it on time today no matter what. She had a plan for this too as she pulled her dark purple roller blades on and grabbed her boots from her locker. Fio then grabbed her ipod, popped the white buds into her ears and turned on her usual play list with some of her favorite songs. Once she heard the first notes of Paramore’s Misery Business, she was out of the school and head down the street as fast as she could.
It actually was a new record as Fio turned the corner of 32nd street and saw the brightly colored sigh of Monroe’s music and skated across the street. It looked like she was actually going to be on time as she rolled right to the outside of the shop and moved to lean against the door so she could pull off the roller blades. She never expected it to open though....
Cadie had been at the music store since school had gotten out for the day. His parents owned it, so it wasn’t really all that shocking that he was there, what was surprising was that he hadn’t had any practices after school. He needed a break right now though so he had a soda and a bag of popcorn in hand as he headed outside to get some fresh air.
Raising a quizzical eyebrow at the girl in the cheerios uniform as she nearly hit him as he opened the door to go outside, Cadie realized a second later that she was the 4:30pm flute appointment that was always late. He had heard the flute teacher complain about that sometimes.
Shit! There was suddenly nothing solid against her back as she felt herself falling backwards. Fio let out a cry of surprise as she saw something out of the side of her eye and immediately moved to grab it in hopes of not falling.
Dropping the soda and popcorn bag, Cadie suddenly had his arms full of girl. Well, helloooo! He stumbled, but didn’t fall as he tried to make sure that she didn’t fall either. A moment later, both of them securely on their feet, he stepped back slightly, hands still making sure that she was upright and okay. As fun as it was to feel up a Cheerio, that was more of an unexpected thing that was not fully appreciated right now. *You okay?* he asked, a hand moving quickly.
Fio gave a small eep as she glanced up at the boy that she had just fallen into. He was probably from McKinnley. Quickly she straightened up on the foot that didn't have the roller blade on anymore and pushed her dark red hair out of her face. “I am so sorry! I-I’m fine. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I?”
*I’m fine,* he assured her, flashing a thumbs up and an easy smile. Not being able to talk meant that he had become adept at pantomime and simple, easy to understand ways of communicating. Cadie’s hearing was just fine though. *You have class. Go,* he moved out of the doorway to shoo her in. Damn. Now he was out of his snack.
Fio raised an eyebrow at the boy. She never understood him in the few times that she saw him in the store. He never said anything. He must have been shy. When he motioned for her to head towards her class, Fio immediately nodded, remembering where she was supposed to be heading and quickly pulled off her other roller blade and started up the stairs to work on her lesson.
Flute practice went much the same as it did every week. The teacher was surprised that she was actually on time and got her to work on their latest piece. An hour and a half later, Fio’s fingers were aching slightly, but she felt a sense of achievement that she never did in cheer leading. With a wave to her teacher, she placed her flute back into her case and began out of the room.
In the time that Fio was at practice, Cadie had found himself another snack (a granola bar this time with another soda) and returned to his practice room. He had the key to it and no one else was allowed access, there was even a KEEP OUT sign on the door, but now the door was propped open. His homework was spread out on the table with his laptop, but he wasn’t doing math or history now, instead he was sitting in the orchestra chair, a cello balanced between his long legs as he practiced the music in front of him. It took a moment or so, but the song became recognizable as Master of Puppets by Metallica.
Fio was about to leave when she heard the music being played. Silently, she started towards the door and glanced inside. The boy from before was playing. He was really good, better than most of the people she’d heard play. When she realized the song, Fio smiled wider and leaned against the door frame slightly so she could listen.
When Cadie played, almost nothing could interrupt or disturb him, he was sort of in his own little world. He was peripherally aware of what was going on around him, but only in the way that he knew there was an outside world, he just didn’t give a damn about it. Eventually though, the song came to an end and he looked up, brushing his shaggy hair out of his face. The rollerblading cheerio was watching him. Okay. He leaned forward to change the sheet music on the stand.
Fio blinked as he noticed her and swallowed. Way to look creepy, she thought as she swallowed. “That was pretty awesome. You were really good.” She said, trying not to seem so bizarre for just standing there to listen to him.
If he hadn’t wanted people to listen, he would have kept the door closed. Even though it was prime lesson time at the store, there weren’t many going on today though, so he had left it open. *Thanks,* Cadie shifted slightly in his seat and leaned over towards the table, making a long arm to grab a notebook that was there and then pulled a pen from his pocket. Writing quickly, he handed it to her. His writing was neat and in all capital letters, Glad you liked it. You okay from earlier? You were going fast.
Fio raised an eyebrow when he didn't speak. Maybe he didn't want her around? She was about to leave when he grabbed the notebook from the table and wrote into it. Once he handed it to her, Fio read the words and looked up to him. “Yeah... I’m fine. I was trying not to be late today. Sorry again for crashing into you....” Could he even hear her? Was he deaf? The only time she had ever heard about someone writing don't things instead of speaking, it was because of that. “Can you hear me?”
The proper response to that was probably not to grin like a loon, but it was a question that Cadie got fairly often. He didn’t even roll his eyes because honestly, it was not even that stupid. Instead, he just nodded, then wrote below his first message, I can’t talk. My hearing is fine, Passing the notebook over, Cadie stood and set his cello off to the side carefully so he could talk to her more easily.
After reading his respons, Fio rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure before I kept talking when you couldn't hear me....” Yeah, she needed to stop now, she sounded like an idiot. Instead, she glanced back up at him and offered an embarrassed smile. “I guess it’s kind of obvious that you’d be able to hear with the music.... but I guess that Mozart was deaf, so that’s not true either...”
Waving her comments away, Cadie wrote, Beethoven was deaf. Mozart was just badass. But Beethoven went deaf later in life after he was already an established composer. I am neither an established composer nor deaf, but I will take badass if you want. I’m Cadie, btw. Mozart was cooler than Beethoven any day.
Yep, so chalk that to another stupid moment for feel. “I always get composers mixed up. I’m terrible with names.” She glanced up at him. “Sure, Mr. Baddass. “ She said with a smile. “I’m Fio. Though I can speak, I just seem to stick my foot in my mouth too often.” Fio said with a sheepish shrug. “Your cello playing was quite epic though.”
A talent, he wrote, amused. Ah, the cello. That was his voice. He played what he felt, making the instrument whisper, scream or sing as he wanted. It was amazing what it could do. He played several other instruments as well, but the cello was his favourite. Picking the instrument back up again and tossing the notebook back on the table, he thought for a moment, then then chose a different song, Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.
Fio stepped fully into the room once he began to play again and sat down on one of the chair. He really was a fantastic player. It was kind of amusing to hear Bad Romance being played with the cello. It actually made the song sound more dramatic than it already was. Fio wondered if she could play her flute to that.
The cello was a rich, expressive instrument. As Cadie played an older woman with grey hair came and waited in the doorway for him to finish. “Are you staying here to practice or coming to dinner?” she asked once Cadie had finished. “Hazel’s dropping Crystal off to spend the weekend in a few minutes. She’s excited to hang out with you.”
Thinking for a moment, Cadie’s hands flew through the air gracefully, using ASL to speak. He wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to get dinner yet. Plus, hanging with his niece wasn’t the most fun thing ever. She was still pretty little in his eyes, though not in hers.
“Alright,” with a nod, she smiled at Fio, then left, heading back down the hall.
Fio watched the older woman leave and glanced back towards Cadie. “Your mom?”
Cadie nodded, gesturing to the building, then to him. The walls, then back to himself. He didn’t own this place, but one day he probably would, at least in part. He had two much older siblings he would share it with, which was fine because he had no intention of running the store. He wanted to play in a professional orchestra. He just wasn’t sure that Fio would understand what he was trying to say.
Fio tilted her head a little. She didn't really know what he meant when he motioned to everything.If his mom was here, she must have at least worked here. She had also seen the woman once or twice when she came in. “She works here?”
Reaching for the notebook, he scribbled in a more messy handwriting, Cadie Monroe, he underlined his last name.
“Ah! You own the place.... well your parents own the place. I guess that makes more sense than just working here. “ Fio glanced to him. It must be pretty awesome actually to be able to constantly be around music like this. “Lucky. You must get to be around music all the time.”
Actually, it was funny because his older siblings had both taken music lessons and really weren’t all that great at it and their children took lessons, well, the older ones, and they were okay, but not great or even good. They all had a love of music, but really, only Cadie and his father were musicians.
He nodded though, setting the cello down again and standing, this time to start putting his stuff away. Not his music or the instrument, but his school things. He wasn’t going anywhere, just straightening up since he would be going home later. A minute or so later a girl of about 9 bounded in, full of energy.
“Uncle Cadie!” she shrieked, giving him a hug like she hadn’t seen him in weeks. In truth, she attended the elementary school not too far from McKinley. Staring for a moment at Fio, she grinned, “Are you a cheerio?” her interest in seeing her uncle completely shifted.
Fio watched him as he moved. She could’ve sworn she saw him before, probably around school. Fio was about to ask if he went to McKinnley when she heard the little girl running in. She was an adorable ball of energry as she hugged her uncle. Fio smiled and watched them until the girl addressed her. “Oh, yeah I am. I’m one of the cheerios. Let me guess, the uniform gave it away?”
She nodded, “That’s so cool. I wanna be a cheerio when I’m in high school. Do they have boy cheerios? Why aren’t you a cheerio?” the last question was directed at her uncle, who just shrugged. Strange child.
Fio smiled. “Yeah, they have boy cheerios, but they have to be super good and super strong so they don't drop us.” Fio was well aware of that fact. Being one of the smallest girls on the team meant that she was one of the girls constantly tossed high up into the air.
The girl, Crystal, regarded her uncle critically for a moment, “You’d probably drop them,” she finally decided.
That prompted Cadie to roll his eyes and grab her, picking her up and making the child shriek with delight. *Want me to drop you?* he asked one handed, the other securely holding her upside down by the ankles.
“Cadddiie!!!” she shrieked, “Nooo!”
Fio laughed as she watched the two of them playing. “See, that’s why he shouldn’t be a cheerio.”
Lowering her down to her head and then into a somersault, Cadie let go. he knew she could do that, she had done gymnastics for years. *Anyways, I don’t want to be a cheerio,* he signed, pointing that out. He had no interest in that.
“Sign slower!” Crystal insisted, lips moving as she had tried to understand him.
*I don’t want to be a cheerio,* Cadie repeated, this time spelling the word ‘cheerio’ much slower for her. Crystal huffed. Clearly, he did not want to be cool then.
Fio leaned towards the younger girl like they were sharing a secret. “What did he just say?”
“He doesn’t want to be cool and popular and awesome,” Crystal replied, which earned her a light whack on her head. Not enough to hurt.
“Really? That’s a whole lot to say with his hands.” She grinned at Cadie and winked at him. “He seems pretty cool though. His cello music is awesome after all. Makes me wish I could play cello.”
Cadie raised an eyebrow at his niece. *You want to translate correctly?* he asked her. He hated it when people did stuff like that.
“And he doesn’t want to be a cheerio,” she added with a put-upon sigh that only a wannabe-tweenager could manage. It was only going to get worse before it got better.
Fio laughed at the sigh and nodded. “I had assumed that was probably somewhere in there. You don't have to just be a cheerio to be popular. There’s lots of other kids who are.” Though most of them were athletes.
“Uncle Cadie likes to talk,” Crystal informed Fio, “Especially when he’s mad!” she giggled, then glanced at her uncle who just shrugged and went to pack his cello up. He wasn’t getting into it. He couldn’t really flip a 9 year old off.
*It’s time for dinner,* Cadie added once he had his things together. *I’ll probably be back later if you’re around,* he added to Fio, then awkwardly went to find some paper realizing a moment too late that he had put it back.
Crystal rolled her eyes, “It’s dinner time and he might be back later,” she took pity on him.
Fio glanced at hsi hands moving before turning and facing the girl again, obviously waiting for her to translate. At her words she nodded and turned back. “Oh! Yeah... I better get going too. I have homework to get to. Maybe we can hang out sometime though.” Fio grabbed her backpack and started to the door.
Cadie nodded, smiling at Fio. *I’ll see you later,* he signed his words easily understood even by someone who didn’t know ASL. Gathering his stuff and his neice, he waited for Fio to exit before he locked the practice room back up and then headed downstairs.
When: Fall, 2011
Where: Monroe's Music
What: music practice, meetings and family
It was 4:15. That meant that cheerios practice was finally over. That also meant that Fio had exactly fifteen minutes to get from the school down to Monroe’s Music in order to get to her flute lessons on time. After being late last week... and pretty much every week before it, she told herself that she would make it on time today no matter what. She had a plan for this too as she pulled her dark purple roller blades on and grabbed her boots from her locker. Fio then grabbed her ipod, popped the white buds into her ears and turned on her usual play list with some of her favorite songs. Once she heard the first notes of Paramore’s Misery Business, she was out of the school and head down the street as fast as she could.
It actually was a new record as Fio turned the corner of 32nd street and saw the brightly colored sigh of Monroe’s music and skated across the street. It looked like she was actually going to be on time as she rolled right to the outside of the shop and moved to lean against the door so she could pull off the roller blades. She never expected it to open though....
Cadie had been at the music store since school had gotten out for the day. His parents owned it, so it wasn’t really all that shocking that he was there, what was surprising was that he hadn’t had any practices after school. He needed a break right now though so he had a soda and a bag of popcorn in hand as he headed outside to get some fresh air.
Raising a quizzical eyebrow at the girl in the cheerios uniform as she nearly hit him as he opened the door to go outside, Cadie realized a second later that she was the 4:30pm flute appointment that was always late. He had heard the flute teacher complain about that sometimes.
Shit! There was suddenly nothing solid against her back as she felt herself falling backwards. Fio let out a cry of surprise as she saw something out of the side of her eye and immediately moved to grab it in hopes of not falling.
Dropping the soda and popcorn bag, Cadie suddenly had his arms full of girl. Well, helloooo! He stumbled, but didn’t fall as he tried to make sure that she didn’t fall either. A moment later, both of them securely on their feet, he stepped back slightly, hands still making sure that she was upright and okay. As fun as it was to feel up a Cheerio, that was more of an unexpected thing that was not fully appreciated right now. *You okay?* he asked, a hand moving quickly.
Fio gave a small eep as she glanced up at the boy that she had just fallen into. He was probably from McKinnley. Quickly she straightened up on the foot that didn't have the roller blade on anymore and pushed her dark red hair out of her face. “I am so sorry! I-I’m fine. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I?”
*I’m fine,* he assured her, flashing a thumbs up and an easy smile. Not being able to talk meant that he had become adept at pantomime and simple, easy to understand ways of communicating. Cadie’s hearing was just fine though. *You have class. Go,* he moved out of the doorway to shoo her in. Damn. Now he was out of his snack.
Fio raised an eyebrow at the boy. She never understood him in the few times that she saw him in the store. He never said anything. He must have been shy. When he motioned for her to head towards her class, Fio immediately nodded, remembering where she was supposed to be heading and quickly pulled off her other roller blade and started up the stairs to work on her lesson.
Flute practice went much the same as it did every week. The teacher was surprised that she was actually on time and got her to work on their latest piece. An hour and a half later, Fio’s fingers were aching slightly, but she felt a sense of achievement that she never did in cheer leading. With a wave to her teacher, she placed her flute back into her case and began out of the room.
In the time that Fio was at practice, Cadie had found himself another snack (a granola bar this time with another soda) and returned to his practice room. He had the key to it and no one else was allowed access, there was even a KEEP OUT sign on the door, but now the door was propped open. His homework was spread out on the table with his laptop, but he wasn’t doing math or history now, instead he was sitting in the orchestra chair, a cello balanced between his long legs as he practiced the music in front of him. It took a moment or so, but the song became recognizable as Master of Puppets by Metallica.
Fio was about to leave when she heard the music being played. Silently, she started towards the door and glanced inside. The boy from before was playing. He was really good, better than most of the people she’d heard play. When she realized the song, Fio smiled wider and leaned against the door frame slightly so she could listen.
When Cadie played, almost nothing could interrupt or disturb him, he was sort of in his own little world. He was peripherally aware of what was going on around him, but only in the way that he knew there was an outside world, he just didn’t give a damn about it. Eventually though, the song came to an end and he looked up, brushing his shaggy hair out of his face. The rollerblading cheerio was watching him. Okay. He leaned forward to change the sheet music on the stand.
Fio blinked as he noticed her and swallowed. Way to look creepy, she thought as she swallowed. “That was pretty awesome. You were really good.” She said, trying not to seem so bizarre for just standing there to listen to him.
If he hadn’t wanted people to listen, he would have kept the door closed. Even though it was prime lesson time at the store, there weren’t many going on today though, so he had left it open. *Thanks,* Cadie shifted slightly in his seat and leaned over towards the table, making a long arm to grab a notebook that was there and then pulled a pen from his pocket. Writing quickly, he handed it to her. His writing was neat and in all capital letters, Glad you liked it. You okay from earlier? You were going fast.
Fio raised an eyebrow when he didn't speak. Maybe he didn't want her around? She was about to leave when he grabbed the notebook from the table and wrote into it. Once he handed it to her, Fio read the words and looked up to him. “Yeah... I’m fine. I was trying not to be late today. Sorry again for crashing into you....” Could he even hear her? Was he deaf? The only time she had ever heard about someone writing don't things instead of speaking, it was because of that. “Can you hear me?”
The proper response to that was probably not to grin like a loon, but it was a question that Cadie got fairly often. He didn’t even roll his eyes because honestly, it was not even that stupid. Instead, he just nodded, then wrote below his first message, I can’t talk. My hearing is fine, Passing the notebook over, Cadie stood and set his cello off to the side carefully so he could talk to her more easily.
After reading his respons, Fio rubbed the back of her head. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure before I kept talking when you couldn't hear me....” Yeah, she needed to stop now, she sounded like an idiot. Instead, she glanced back up at him and offered an embarrassed smile. “I guess it’s kind of obvious that you’d be able to hear with the music.... but I guess that Mozart was deaf, so that’s not true either...”
Waving her comments away, Cadie wrote, Beethoven was deaf. Mozart was just badass. But Beethoven went deaf later in life after he was already an established composer. I am neither an established composer nor deaf, but I will take badass if you want. I’m Cadie, btw. Mozart was cooler than Beethoven any day.
Yep, so chalk that to another stupid moment for feel. “I always get composers mixed up. I’m terrible with names.” She glanced up at him. “Sure, Mr. Baddass. “ She said with a smile. “I’m Fio. Though I can speak, I just seem to stick my foot in my mouth too often.” Fio said with a sheepish shrug. “Your cello playing was quite epic though.”
A talent, he wrote, amused. Ah, the cello. That was his voice. He played what he felt, making the instrument whisper, scream or sing as he wanted. It was amazing what it could do. He played several other instruments as well, but the cello was his favourite. Picking the instrument back up again and tossing the notebook back on the table, he thought for a moment, then then chose a different song, Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.
Fio stepped fully into the room once he began to play again and sat down on one of the chair. He really was a fantastic player. It was kind of amusing to hear Bad Romance being played with the cello. It actually made the song sound more dramatic than it already was. Fio wondered if she could play her flute to that.
The cello was a rich, expressive instrument. As Cadie played an older woman with grey hair came and waited in the doorway for him to finish. “Are you staying here to practice or coming to dinner?” she asked once Cadie had finished. “Hazel’s dropping Crystal off to spend the weekend in a few minutes. She’s excited to hang out with you.”
Thinking for a moment, Cadie’s hands flew through the air gracefully, using ASL to speak. He wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to get dinner yet. Plus, hanging with his niece wasn’t the most fun thing ever. She was still pretty little in his eyes, though not in hers.
“Alright,” with a nod, she smiled at Fio, then left, heading back down the hall.
Fio watched the older woman leave and glanced back towards Cadie. “Your mom?”
Cadie nodded, gesturing to the building, then to him. The walls, then back to himself. He didn’t own this place, but one day he probably would, at least in part. He had two much older siblings he would share it with, which was fine because he had no intention of running the store. He wanted to play in a professional orchestra. He just wasn’t sure that Fio would understand what he was trying to say.
Fio tilted her head a little. She didn't really know what he meant when he motioned to everything.If his mom was here, she must have at least worked here. She had also seen the woman once or twice when she came in. “She works here?”
Reaching for the notebook, he scribbled in a more messy handwriting, Cadie Monroe, he underlined his last name.
“Ah! You own the place.... well your parents own the place. I guess that makes more sense than just working here. “ Fio glanced to him. It must be pretty awesome actually to be able to constantly be around music like this. “Lucky. You must get to be around music all the time.”
Actually, it was funny because his older siblings had both taken music lessons and really weren’t all that great at it and their children took lessons, well, the older ones, and they were okay, but not great or even good. They all had a love of music, but really, only Cadie and his father were musicians.
He nodded though, setting the cello down again and standing, this time to start putting his stuff away. Not his music or the instrument, but his school things. He wasn’t going anywhere, just straightening up since he would be going home later. A minute or so later a girl of about 9 bounded in, full of energy.
“Uncle Cadie!” she shrieked, giving him a hug like she hadn’t seen him in weeks. In truth, she attended the elementary school not too far from McKinley. Staring for a moment at Fio, she grinned, “Are you a cheerio?” her interest in seeing her uncle completely shifted.
Fio watched him as he moved. She could’ve sworn she saw him before, probably around school. Fio was about to ask if he went to McKinnley when she heard the little girl running in. She was an adorable ball of energry as she hugged her uncle. Fio smiled and watched them until the girl addressed her. “Oh, yeah I am. I’m one of the cheerios. Let me guess, the uniform gave it away?”
She nodded, “That’s so cool. I wanna be a cheerio when I’m in high school. Do they have boy cheerios? Why aren’t you a cheerio?” the last question was directed at her uncle, who just shrugged. Strange child.
Fio smiled. “Yeah, they have boy cheerios, but they have to be super good and super strong so they don't drop us.” Fio was well aware of that fact. Being one of the smallest girls on the team meant that she was one of the girls constantly tossed high up into the air.
The girl, Crystal, regarded her uncle critically for a moment, “You’d probably drop them,” she finally decided.
That prompted Cadie to roll his eyes and grab her, picking her up and making the child shriek with delight. *Want me to drop you?* he asked one handed, the other securely holding her upside down by the ankles.
“Cadddiie!!!” she shrieked, “Nooo!”
Fio laughed as she watched the two of them playing. “See, that’s why he shouldn’t be a cheerio.”
Lowering her down to her head and then into a somersault, Cadie let go. he knew she could do that, she had done gymnastics for years. *Anyways, I don’t want to be a cheerio,* he signed, pointing that out. He had no interest in that.
“Sign slower!” Crystal insisted, lips moving as she had tried to understand him.
*I don’t want to be a cheerio,* Cadie repeated, this time spelling the word ‘cheerio’ much slower for her. Crystal huffed. Clearly, he did not want to be cool then.
Fio leaned towards the younger girl like they were sharing a secret. “What did he just say?”
“He doesn’t want to be cool and popular and awesome,” Crystal replied, which earned her a light whack on her head. Not enough to hurt.
“Really? That’s a whole lot to say with his hands.” She grinned at Cadie and winked at him. “He seems pretty cool though. His cello music is awesome after all. Makes me wish I could play cello.”
Cadie raised an eyebrow at his niece. *You want to translate correctly?* he asked her. He hated it when people did stuff like that.
“And he doesn’t want to be a cheerio,” she added with a put-upon sigh that only a wannabe-tweenager could manage. It was only going to get worse before it got better.
Fio laughed at the sigh and nodded. “I had assumed that was probably somewhere in there. You don't have to just be a cheerio to be popular. There’s lots of other kids who are.” Though most of them were athletes.
“Uncle Cadie likes to talk,” Crystal informed Fio, “Especially when he’s mad!” she giggled, then glanced at her uncle who just shrugged and went to pack his cello up. He wasn’t getting into it. He couldn’t really flip a 9 year old off.
*It’s time for dinner,* Cadie added once he had his things together. *I’ll probably be back later if you’re around,* he added to Fio, then awkwardly went to find some paper realizing a moment too late that he had put it back.
Crystal rolled her eyes, “It’s dinner time and he might be back later,” she took pity on him.
Fio glanced at hsi hands moving before turning and facing the girl again, obviously waiting for her to translate. At her words she nodded and turned back. “Oh! Yeah... I better get going too. I have homework to get to. Maybe we can hang out sometime though.” Fio grabbed her backpack and started to the door.
Cadie nodded, smiling at Fio. *I’ll see you later,* he signed his words easily understood even by someone who didn’t know ASL. Gathering his stuff and his neice, he waited for Fio to exit before he locked the practice room back up and then headed downstairs.