Adrian sits down by the lake. His jacket is tossed on the ground a ways away, and his trouser legs are rolled up -- he's been wading in the water, and has now sat down with his little leatherbound book to write
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Adrian sees him walking and smiles wryly. He remembers that kind of boredom; it's the kind you never quite manage when you grow older and there's always something to worry about.
“Too many girls,” the kid replies moodily. “They cry all the time.” A thoughtful pause. “Girls have coodies.” As though he’d come up with prime wisdom.
He can't help but laugh at that. "Well, perhaps they've something to cry over. Did you ask? -- And you may think differently, when you're older." That's what his brother always used to tell him, anyway.
Adrian frowns a little. "Why would she call you that?" He was called enough names by his elder brother, both growing up and once he started getting himself into trouble, that he doesn't like hearing of such words leveled at others.
"Well, that was unkind of her," he says, his frown deepening. "People here come from such a broad variety of places, it's hardly a wonder if someone hasn't heard of them all."
He's kind of happy not to be in the kitchens anymore, but he's not sure what to do with himself.....
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"Hello there," he says, cheerfully enough.
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The only one he knows has been treating him very poorly. To say the least.
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"Out for a walk? I imagine it gets dull here, for a boy of your age."
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He actually was responsible for Kalush crying. So.
"That one had no good reason to cry. Girls are dumb."
Because he's only ever met TWO.
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