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[mc2torusstorm]

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

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[bricksinafist]

Jake was sorting through a few folders that Gerry had gotten him. He still wasn't sure if a normal school would be doable for him. And even if he did want to, would his father let him go?

He was passing by his uncle Reed's lab when he heard a noise.

[mc2torusstorm]

Torus crouched over the little drone, poking it with an extended finger curiously. He didn't have a clue what the thing was for... probably remote exploration of places where humans couldn't breathe or volcano spelunking or something... but it looked like something out of a really bad sci-fi movie.

There were days when Torus wondered about what the hell went on in Uncle Reed's head.

[bricksinafist]

"Franklin, is that you?" Jake peeked into the room.

[mc2torusstorm]

Ohcrap.

Torus froze like a rabbit suddenly confronted with an oncoming semi, then relaxed when he realized that it was only Jake. "Naw," he said, giving the robot another poke, which actually managed to turn it on. He yelped as it rocketed into the air, then...

Did absolutely nothing but hover there.

[bricksinafist]

"Uh yeah, dad, we were uhm, just looking for you."