o2.

[notaweapon]

I attempted to draw. It was Rachel's idea.

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[repeatshimself]

Mostly people draw pictures of...well no. No. That's fine.

What kind of work do you like to do?

[notaweapon]

I did not know what I should draw, so I drew what I knew.

It is work. It does not matter if I like it or not.

[repeatshimself]

Well it's good. Have you ever thought of drawing pictures of people you know?

Sure it does. If you don't like it work drags on forever.

[notaweapon]

Yes. I thought of that. My cousin used to draw pictures of me. I am not certain I could do the same, however.

I do not see how. So long as it provides me with money, it is fine.

[repeatshimself]

You could try?

...well...what did you used to do?

[notaweapon]

Okay.

Anything, for a price.

[repeatshimself]

Wait, how old are you?

[notaweapon]

Sixteen.

[repeatshimself]

I thought the City provided for minors. Granted with the sense of humor this place has it's equally likely they don't and just say they do.

[notaweapon]

I have been told that. It does not matter. I do not like to waste my time.

[repeatshimself]

Well, fair enough. It took me forever to find a job but you may have actual job skills whereas all I can do is pretend I know what I'm doing.

[notaweapon]

Yes. I possess a multitude of skills.

What is your job?

[repeatshimself]

I'm this Doctor's lab assistant, which basically means I keep his cow alive and happy.

[notaweapon]

The cow is experimented upon?

[repeatshimself]

No. I think he just likes having the fresh milk.

[notaweapon]

What kind of doctor?