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The wounded look hasn’t quite left Noah’s wary expression, like this boy was just dangling this hope to snatch it away again and have himself a good laugh.

“…At your place.” Not thrown away.

Actually there??

“I don’t. I.. didn’t. Not me.” He gestured back to his back. “This is the only one I have but.. es sendet kein Signal aus.” He brought his shoulders up and down.

“Und es hat nichts mit Lemuren zu tun.”

He gave the other a stressed look, some torture at the idea that it still wasn’t any closer to working, and that his hopes were brought up and dropped to be brought up again. He scrubbed his hand over his face.

But he kept going up, pausing just right outside his door. "Uhm.. Sorry about the mess." but Noah would understand, right?

He pushed the door open and was met with Scooby taking a nap on his bed. "Hey pal, hey girl, you sleepy huh?" he gave her scratches and a long pat while she streeeetched. Then she got very curious about the stranger.

Scooby got up and inched closer to get a WhiFF of the boy. Theo glanced over at Noah.

Then he went for a light scratch on her head, by her ear in that spot that usually cats seemed to love. “Hellooo..” he whispered.

more so when he saw their reaction to meeting a cat.

Scooby was definitely enjoying that.

“Mhm.” He nodded up at Theo, a soft sigh. “She is at home with my family. Her name is Gouda.

"Gouda." he chuckled. "Goud-a name." ha, oh no. Anyways. "Yeah they always are, but they get over it pretty quick. At least she does." maybe Noah's was different.

"With my mom, in Germany. I have a dorm here, but I will go back for the break." He explained. Maybe he could convince her to let him bring Gouda back with him this time.

The wounded look hasn’t quite left Noah’s wary expression, like this boy was just dangling this hope to snatch it away again and have himself a good laugh.

“…At your place.” Not thrown away.

Actually there??

“I don’t. I.. didn’t. Not me.” He gestured back to his back. “This is the only one I have but.. es sendet kein Signal aus.” He brought his shoulders up and down.

“Und es hat nichts mit Lemuren zu tun.”

He gave the other a stressed look, some torture at the idea that it still wasn’t any closer to working, and that his hopes were brought up and dropped to be brought up again. He scrubbed his hand over his face.

But he kept going up, pausing just right outside his door. "Uhm.. Sorry about the mess." but Noah would understand, right?

He pushed the door open and was met with Scooby taking a nap on his bed. "Hey pal, hey girl, you sleepy huh?" he gave her scratches and a long pat while she streeeetched. Then she got very curious about the stranger.

Scooby got up and inched closer to get a WhiFF of the boy. Theo glanced over at Noah.

Then he went for a light scratch on her head, by her ear in that spot that usually cats seemed to love. “Hellooo..” he whispered.

more so when he saw their reaction to meeting a cat.

Scooby was definitely enjoying that.

“Mhm.” He nodded up at Theo, a soft sigh. “She is at home with my family. Her name is Gouda.

The wounded look hasn’t quite left Noah’s wary expression, like this boy was just dangling this hope to snatch it away again and have himself a good laugh.

“…At your place.” Not thrown away.

Actually there??

“I don’t. I.. didn’t. Not me.” He gestured back to his back. “This is the only one I have but.. es sendet kein Signal aus.” He brought his shoulders up and down.

“Und es hat nichts mit Lemuren zu tun.”

He gave the other a stressed look, some torture at the idea that it still wasn’t any closer to working, and that his hopes were brought up and dropped to be brought up again. He scrubbed his hand over his face.

But he kept going up, pausing just right outside his door. "Uhm.. Sorry about the mess." but Noah would understand, right?

He pushed the door open and was met with Scooby taking a nap on his bed. "Hey pal, hey girl, you sleepy huh?" he gave her scratches and a long pat while she streeeetched. Then she got very curious about the stranger.

Scooby got up and inched closer to get a WhiFF of the boy. Theo glanced over at Noah.

Then he went for a light scratch on her head, by her ear in that spot that usually cats seemed to love. “Hellooo..” he whispered.

The wounded look hasn’t quite left Noah’s wary expression, like this boy was just dangling this hope to snatch it away again and have himself a good laugh.

“…At your place.” Not thrown away.

Actually there??

“I don’t. I.. didn’t. Not me.” He gestured back to his back. “This is the only one I have but.. es sendet kein Signal aus.” He brought his shoulders up and down.

“Und es hat nichts mit Lemuren zu tun.”

He gave the other a stressed look, some torture at the idea that it still wasn’t any closer to working, and that his hopes were brought up and dropped to be brought up again. He scrubbed his hand over his face.

Maybe.. He could offer a pick-me-up, to help them study? He thought about his uncle's very disappointed look, but then cast it aside. His uncle didn't care, so why should he.

"The lemur.." he chuckled with some disbelief. "It's a reference. You told me that day.. 'save the lemur'. It's from a book, about this kid who wants to save his mom's life, because she's sick. But the only cure is in the DNA of an extinct lemur.

So, he builds a time machine," he blinked. "To travel back... in time." whoa. "To save the last lemur."

"Y-- really?" He asked, mouth falling open. That hope daring to flare up again strongly within him, excitement like mounting a rollercoaster.

Of feeling close to something, a sign of the accomplishment he'd been striving toward. His device still wasn't working--

"what is your name?" He asked again, softer but with no less urgency. He'd told this boy his name, but he still didn't know. "Can you show me?

Again with that desperate plea, he saw the kind of manic energetic vibe of someone close to breaking through a big project.

"Yeah, I can show you. Uh.." he got his phone out, tapped open a new contact and handed it out to the other.

"Noah." He repeated for him, a hint of a nervous smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. He reached out for the phone, typing in his name and phone number.

"Oh.. this semester I transferred here. I started at MIT's program in Germany last year.

Noah??

"Oh.." the name was nice and all but not without it's biblical connotations and wasn't THAT fitting.. "Yeah, hey, Noah." he blew out a breath, finally able to settle his gaze the other's nervous smile and the typing of their phone number.

Just this semester! Well that was a relief, kind of. No wonder he hadn't seen him around. Everyone was running around busy and minds occupied with their own shit.

He took the phone back, the lingering warmth there a sign this kid was real and actually here.

Or was Theo there??

NOshuTuP-

He could see how thrown and uncomfortable his mere existence seemed to make the other. “But yes, right now-

"-aLRIGHT."

Hearing Noah cuss surprised him, not that he knew the other boy enough to judge how far in-between that happened.

But their smile was a nice sight, compared to that sad look on their face from before.

"Well.. It's this way." he pointed down the street, pocketing his phone and taking a few tentative steps waiting for Noah to follow.

His hands were fidgeting in their excitement, the tingly rush dancing through him of what they might find, the device and what it possibly working could mean. Had he really travelled— rather, would he really travel?

“Middle school.” He breathed.

It was a crazy story, one he didn’t think he could ever get into too much detail about without sounding crazy himself, but something had happened back then to put him on this course.

Nothing had been able to dissuade him since.

“I applied to MIT, with the plans I already had for it. It’s.. everything I’ve been working on.” He explained.

And then, one of the many swirling questions-

“Du hast gesagt..

Middle school??

The shock and awe for the other's tenacity. Where many would give up this guy just kept going.

The question made him pause ah he was reminded of when he first met Noah. Past Noah. Future Noah?? Oh boy. But then,

"Nah. NAH. Nuh-huh. I'm not telling you anything. I don't want to be responsible for creating a black hole somewhere that sucks in all the life I know. Ha." there was a slight panicked look in his eyes. "You were..." his hand gestured at all of Noah.

"Let's just, leave it at that." worry? Yes.

"What I would like to know is.. Why you'd ever want to build a time machine?"

“Okay.” Skeptical but still cheerful with this newfound hope, the thrill of what they were going to see.

“Ahm..” The question had a simple, complex and unbelievable answer. But Noah’s reasons had always been enough to keep him going.

“I started with radios.” He was great with them, and the signals he’d become so versed in seeking out, in transmitting, this contact he’d been trying to make-

“because of it I met someone.

They, told me things. That made me think about what was possible. What I was supposed to do.

Klingt verrückt, oder so?” A soft huff of a smile. “but I believe time travel has always existed.

because i make it.”

He smiled a little unsure.

Noah explained as best he could. “I only met him once. But he said, I would see him again.

But it was his last time talking to me.” But that was years ago. And the man, as he recalled, wasn’t young.

So much time spent trying to understand what he could mean. “But he did give me something.

Some plans, signed with my name.

But…” He was growing a little more cautious as he shared this information, the worry about both not being believed or divulging too much to a competitive fellow student.

However...

He's still finding this just a liiiiiiiittle too hard to swallow. But part of him is keeping his mind open. Because that sphere Noah had in his bag was very similar to the one under a pile of clothes and debris in his closet.

"Oh. Cool." he pressed his mouth into a sort of smile. But if hr didn't believe it, why was he so cautious about it all?

Coming up on his street, his door was a couple doors down. He didn't think anyone would be home, not even his grandma.

"I have a cat." he suddenly said, then pointed to the door with the buzzer. "In case, you're allergic." would be bad if he got a shock.

He led Noah up the stairs then into the building and apartment. "Ya llegueeee!" he called out but no one answered.

“Pssht psst.” He whispered, lightly clicking his tongue a few times in hopes of luring the soft hidden creature.

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The wounded look hasn’t quite left Noah’s wary expression, like this boy was just dangling this hope to snatch it away again and have himself a good laugh.

“…At your place.” Not thrown away.

Actually there??

“I don’t. I.. didn’t. Not me.” He gestured back to his back. “This is the only one I have but.. es sendet kein Signal aus.” He brought his shoulders up and down.

“Und es hat nichts mit Lemuren zu tun.”

He gave the other a stressed look, some torture at the idea that it still wasn’t any closer to working, and that his hopes were brought up and dropped to be brought up again. He scrubbed his hand over his face.

Maybe.. He could offer a pick-me-up, to help them study? He thought about his uncle's very disappointed look, but then cast it aside. His uncle didn't care, so why should he.

"The lemur.." he chuckled with some disbelief. "It's a reference. You told me that day.. 'save the lemur'. It's from a book, about this kid who wants to save his mom's life, because she's sick. But the only cure is in the DNA of an extinct lemur.

So, he builds a time machine," he blinked. "To travel back... in time." whoa. "To save the last lemur."

"Y-- really?" He asked, mouth falling open. That hope daring to flare up again strongly within him, excitement like mounting a rollercoaster.

Of feeling close to something, a sign of the accomplishment he'd been striving toward. His device still wasn't working--

"what is your name?" He asked again, softer but with no less urgency. He'd told this boy his name, but he still didn't know. "Can you show me?

Again with that desperate plea, he saw the kind of manic energetic vibe of someone close to breaking through a big project.

"Yeah, I can show you. Uh.." he got his phone out, tapped open a new contact and handed it out to the other.

"Noah." He repeated for him, a hint of a nervous smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. He reached out for the phone, typing in his name and phone number.

"Oh.. this semester I transferred here. I started at MIT's program in Germany last year.

Noah??

"Oh.." the name was nice and all but not without it's biblical connotations and wasn't THAT fitting.. "Yeah, hey, Noah." he blew out a breath, finally able to settle his gaze the other's nervous smile and the typing of their phone number.

Just this semester! Well that was a relief, kind of. No wonder he hadn't seen him around. Everyone was running around busy and minds occupied with their own shit.

He took the phone back, the lingering warmth there a sign this kid was real and actually here.

Or was Theo there??

NOshuTuP-

He could see how thrown and uncomfortable his mere existence seemed to make the other. “But yes, right now-

"-aLRIGHT."

Hearing Noah cuss surprised him, not that he knew the other boy enough to judge how far in-between that happened.

But their smile was a nice sight, compared to that sad look on their face from before.

"Well.. It's this way." he pointed down the street, pocketing his phone and taking a few tentative steps waiting for Noah to follow.

His hands were fidgeting in their excitement, the tingly rush dancing through him of what they might find, the device and what it possibly working could mean. Had he really travelled— rather, would he really travel?

“Middle school.” He breathed.

It was a crazy story, one he didn’t think he could ever get into too much detail about without sounding crazy himself, but something had happened back then to put him on this course.

Nothing had been able to dissuade him since.

“I applied to MIT, with the plans I already had for it. It’s.. everything I’ve been working on.” He explained.

And then, one of the many swirling questions-

“Du hast gesagt..

Middle school??

The shock and awe for the other's tenacity. Where many would give up this guy just kept going.

The question made him pause ah he was reminded of when he first met Noah. Past Noah. Future Noah?? Oh boy. But then,

"Nah. NAH. Nuh-huh. I'm not telling you anything. I don't want to be responsible for creating a black hole somewhere that sucks in all the life I know. Ha." there was a slight panicked look in his eyes. "You were..." his hand gestured at all of Noah.

"Let's just, leave it at that." worry? Yes.

"What I would like to know is.. Why you'd ever want to build a time machine?"

“Okay.” Skeptical but still cheerful with this newfound hope, the thrill of what they were going to see.

“Ahm..” The question had a simple, complex and unbelievable answer. But Noah’s reasons had always been enough to keep him going.

“I started with radios.” He was great with them, and the signals he’d become so versed in seeking out, in transmitting, this contact he’d been trying to make-

“because of it I met someone.

They, told me things. That made me think about what was possible. What I was supposed to do.

Klingt verrückt, oder so?” A soft huff of a smile. “but I believe time travel has always existed.

because i make it.”

He smiled a little unsure.

Noah explained as best he could. “I only met him once. But he said, I would see him again.

But it was his last time talking to me.” But that was years ago. And the man, as he recalled, wasn’t young.

So much time spent trying to understand what he could mean. “But he did give me something.

Some plans, signed with my name.

But…” He was growing a little more cautious as he shared this information, the worry about both not being believed or divulging too much to a competitive fellow student.

The wounded look hasn’t quite left Noah’s wary expression, like this boy was just dangling this hope to snatch it away again and have himself a good laugh.

“…At your place.” Not thrown away.

Actually there??

“I don’t. I.. didn’t. Not me.” He gestured back to his back. “This is the only one I have but.. es sendet kein Signal aus.” He brought his shoulders up and down.

“Und es hat nichts mit Lemuren zu tun.”

He gave the other a stressed look, some torture at the idea that it still wasn’t any closer to working, and that his hopes were brought up and dropped to be brought up again. He scrubbed his hand over his face.

Maybe.. He could offer a pick-me-up, to help them study? He thought about his uncle's very disappointed look, but then cast it aside. His uncle didn't care, so why should he.

"The lemur.." he chuckled with some disbelief. "It's a reference. You told me that day.. 'save the lemur'. It's from a book, about this kid who wants to save his mom's life, because she's sick. But the only cure is in the DNA of an extinct lemur.

So, he builds a time machine," he blinked. "To travel back... in time." whoa. "To save the last lemur."

"Y-- really?" He asked, mouth falling open. That hope daring to flare up again strongly within him, excitement like mounting a rollercoaster.

Of feeling close to something, a sign of the accomplishment he'd been striving toward. His device still wasn't working--

"what is your name?" He asked again, softer but with no less urgency. He'd told this boy his name, but he still didn't know. "Can you show me?

Again with that desperate plea, he saw the kind of manic energetic vibe of someone close to breaking through a big project.

"Yeah, I can show you. Uh.." he got his phone out, tapped open a new contact and handed it out to the other.

"Noah." He repeated for him, a hint of a nervous smile quirking at the corner of his mouth. He reached out for the phone, typing in his name and phone number.

"Oh.. this semester I transferred here. I started at MIT's program in Germany last year.

Noah??

"Oh.." the name was nice and all but not without it's biblical connotations and wasn't THAT fitting.. "Yeah, hey, Noah." he blew out a breath, finally able to settle his gaze the other's nervous smile and the typing of their phone number.

Just this semester! Well that was a relief, kind of. No wonder he hadn't seen him around. Everyone was running around busy and minds occupied with their own shit.

He took the phone back, the lingering warmth there a sign this kid was real and actually here.

Or was Theo there??

NOshuTuP-

He could see how thrown and uncomfortable his mere existence seemed to make the other. “But yes, right now-

"-aLRIGHT."

Hearing Noah cuss surprised him, not that he knew the other boy enough to judge how far in-between that happened.

But their smile was a nice sight, compared to that sad look on their face from before.

"Well.. It's this way." he pointed down the street, pocketing his phone and taking a few tentative steps waiting for Noah to follow.

His hands were fidgeting in their excitement, the tingly rush dancing through him of what they might find, the device and what it possibly working could mean. Had he really travelled— rather, would he really travel?

“Middle school.” He breathed.

It was a crazy story, one he didn’t think he could ever get into too much detail about without sounding crazy himself, but something had happened back then to put him on this course.

Nothing had been able to dissuade him since.

“I applied to MIT, with the plans I already had for it. It’s.. everything I’ve been working on.” He explained.

And then, one of the many swirling questions-

“Du hast gesagt..

Middle school??

The shock and awe for the other's tenacity. Where many would give up this guy just kept going.

The question made him pause ah he was reminded of when he first met Noah. Past Noah. Future Noah?? Oh boy. But then,

"Nah. NAH. Nuh-huh. I'm not telling you anything. I don't want to be responsible for creating a black hole somewhere that sucks in all the life I know. Ha." there was a slight panicked look in his eyes. "You were..." his hand gestured at all of Noah.

"Let's just, leave it at that." worry? Yes.

"What I would like to know is.. Why you'd ever want to build a time machine?"

“Okay.” Skeptical but still cheerful with this newfound hope, the thrill of what they were going to see.

“Ahm..” The question had a simple, complex and unbelievable answer. But Noah’s reasons had always been enough to keep him going.

“I started with radios.” He was great with them, and the signals he’d become so versed in seeking out, in transmitting, this contact he’d been trying to make-

“because of it I met someone.

They, told me things. That made me think about what was possible. What I was supposed to do.

Klingt verrückt, oder so?” A soft huff of a smile. “but I believe time travel has always existed.

because i make it.”