1992 Valencia Rd. - Saturday, Early Afternoon

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One thing that Dr. Thomas Oliver has learned in recent weeks is that as exhausting as Ranger duties can be (and no one is more qualified than he is to talk about that), attempting to control a crowd of rowdy and sugar-buzzed teenagers can quickly become ten times as bad. Normally such inappropriate, rambunctious behaviour would have landed the

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[first_sixth]

Tommy's brow furrows in annoyance when the knock comes again; there's no way anyone could have missed that. He gets to his feet with a sigh of exasperation and sets his book on a table, then brushes himself off. Grass and flecks of the pale, dusty soil have a tendency to show up on black, and while the loose khaki cargos he's wearing are fine, the black t-shirt wouldn't be.

After all, even if the company is being annoying by ignoring what he said, he'd still rather not greet them looking as if he'd just been rolling around in a hay loft or something.

"All right, I'm coming..." -Jesus Christ...-Pushing his glasses back up again, in case the "pissed off teacher" look is required as a part of this exchange, Tommy walks around the side of the house until he can see the front porch. It's at that point that most of his voluntary muscle function ceases and he just stands there staring for a long while before breaking into a huge grin

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"I have no idea what half of that was about," Jason says. "But I'm going to pretend I did."

Except that saying so really wasn't pretending at all, was it?

Anyway, he takes the offer, and starts heading down. When he sees the place, the only thing he can do is... well, gape.

It's a commentary in its own right!

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Tommy looks pleased"You like?" He grins. "It was hell to build, but fortunately I had Hayley to help me out with a lot of it. Bio-robotics, biology, chemistry, the lab sciences, those I understand. It's the basic technology that confuses me sometimes

[original_red]

Yeah, okay. Jason manages to stop gaping, but it takes him another minute or two before he can manage to get his brain in gear again. Sometimes, that thing is just a few steps behind.

"You're -trying- to bluescreen me, aren't you?" he finally manages.

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"Bluescreen?" Tommy questions before he realises what Jason means. "Oh, no. I just... get a bit overly enthusiastic, sometimes." He gives a sheepish grin and rubs he back of his neck self-consciously.

"Fatherly pride, I guess you could call it."