 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
EEP. ANOTHER FEMALE HAD JUST ENTERED THE ROOM. A living and breathing female who wanted to, um, discuss things. He was going to faint and then maybe they would let him go home. Or worse still, gulp, they would take him and put him up with the healers, which was MORE people. His...........video games.........never asked him to ACTUALLY interact. And neither did his Mum, really. And he was perfectly okay with that. Socialization, as a form of communication, made him terribly sweaty and dizzy and kind of uncomfortable.
And then he had heard that there was an explosion in the lab. BUG EYES. No, no, no. THAT WAS A LAB. Important discovery things happened there and people needed to not tamper with inventors personal spaces. Especially his, if they could help it....please.
A-all of, um, well, you see, them would be helping out? Why? He was fragile and weak and would be of no help to ANYONE. Meep. Could he stay? Actually, MAY he stay behind because that was polite and his Mum was always on him about being polite...to people...when he socialized. On the rare occasion.
Hiding in his corner chair, he rose his hand and was about to ask if he could stay behind when he realized...THAT MEANT HE WOULD HAVE TO TALK. Oh, no. No, no, no. Nevermind. He would just...hide. Yes, yes, very good. Hide.
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