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Torus really didn't like it when things got quiet at home. Some part of him always associated unusual quiet with bad things being about to happen, at least, on a subconscious level. He liked things loud and obvious and really, really out there (like his shirts).
Which might have served to explain why, during a fit of boredom and silence, he had made his way into Uncle Reed's lab and begun poking about.
It wasn't like he was doing anything bad, but technically he wasn't supposed to go anywhere near there at all, even with his parents with him, unless it was an actual emergency. But all the really dangerous stuff had been put away. At least, Torus was pretty sure it had been.
Which might have served to explain why, during a fit of boredom and silence, he had made his way into Uncle Reed's lab and begun poking about.
It wasn't like he was doing anything bad, but technically he wasn't supposed to go anywhere near there at all, even with his parents with him, unless it was an actual emergency. But all the really dangerous stuff had been put away. At least, Torus was pretty sure it had been.