Leonard/Riley Scott

…I don’t smell smoke, s’ I’ll trust you on that.

*he gives him a bright grin before scampering off a second time, returning shortly with a mug... Though he said "tea", the liquid in the mug is suspiciously bright blue.*

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

"I didn't do any studying"

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

*he nods excitedly*

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

Ooh, cool!

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

"Who says there can be?"

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

"Maybe it's the future now!"

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

Uh, in South America??

*he stares at her blankly*

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

*He trills curiously*

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

"I don't"

Well why not??

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

What, so you just didn't have any education??

"Pretty much yeah"

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

Huh? Your dad is here?

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

*he shrugs cheerfully*

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

What?

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

No. Also, I'm dead now.

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

Massive disagree.

"There's people here"

There were people when I was alive, too.

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

"Maybe there weren't though"

There were several billion!

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

*He glares at her*

What? I'm stating facts!

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

What are you, five?

"I'm 18!"

You don't act like it.

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

"I'm not!"

Then don't act like it!

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

Evidently.

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

*he watches, giving a little huff*

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

"When did you play?"

"In general"

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

"That's a long time"

Yeah, about half my life.

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

"Is that hard?"

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

*He returns an earnest gaze*

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

"Harder than going to space?"

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

"Did you play a lot?

All the time!

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

Heh, sometimes.

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

"Why?"

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

"Why do you have to schedule it?"

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

*he simply makes a confused noise at her*

There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.

"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*

Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!

"That's a whole lotta people"

Hell yeah it is! *she grins*

"Enough to run a starship?" He cocks his head curiously.

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

"I didn't do any studying"

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

*he nods excitedly*

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

Ooh, cool!

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

"Who says there can be?"

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

"Maybe it's the future now!"

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

Uh, in South America??

*he stares at her blankly*

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

*He trills curiously*

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

"I don't"

Well why not??

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

What, so you just didn't have any education??

"Pretty much yeah"

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

Huh? Your dad is here?

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

*he shrugs cheerfully*

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

What?

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

No. Also, I'm dead now.

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

Massive disagree.

"There's people here"

There were people when I was alive, too.

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

"Maybe there weren't though"

There were several billion!

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

*He glares at her*

What? I'm stating facts!

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

What are you, five?

"I'm 18!"

You don't act like it.

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

"I'm not!"

Then don't act like it!

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

Evidently.

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

*he watches, giving a little huff*

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

"When did you play?"

"In general"

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

"That's a long time"

Yeah, about half my life.

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

"Is that hard?"

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

*He returns an earnest gaze*

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

"Harder than going to space?"

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

"Did you play a lot?

All the time!

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

Heh, sometimes.

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

"Why?"

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

"Why do you have to schedule it?"

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

*he simply makes a confused noise at her*

There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.

"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*

Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!

"That's a whole lotta people"

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

"I didn't do any studying"

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

*he nods excitedly*

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

Ooh, cool!

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

"Who says there can be?"

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

"Maybe it's the future now!"

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

Uh, in South America??

*he stares at her blankly*

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

*He trills curiously*

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

"I don't"

Well why not??

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

What, so you just didn't have any education??

"Pretty much yeah"

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

Huh? Your dad is here?

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

*he shrugs cheerfully*

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

What?

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

No. Also, I'm dead now.

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

Massive disagree.

"There's people here"

There were people when I was alive, too.

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

"Maybe there weren't though"

There were several billion!

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

*He glares at her*

What? I'm stating facts!

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*

Well too bad, 'cause they're true!

*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*

What are you, five?

"I'm 18!"

You don't act like it.

*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*

I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.

"I'm not!"

Then don't act like it!

"I'm not! I'm being normal!"

Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.

Evidently.

*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*

Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*

*he watches, giving a little huff*

*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*

Ahh, if only you could've see me play...

"When did you play?"

"In general"

Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.

"That's a long time"

Yeah, about half my life.

*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"

Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.

Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!

"Is that hard?"

*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*

*He returns an earnest gaze*

*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.

"Harder than going to space?"

Hmm... probably not quite as hard.

"Did you play a lot?

All the time!

"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*

Heh, sometimes.

*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"

Superstars? If I'm lucky.

"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"

Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.

"Why?"

Uh...dunno. Scheduling?

"Why do you have to schedule it?"

Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?

*he simply makes a confused noise at her*

There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.

"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*

*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?

Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.

*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*

Uhh...is that a yes or a no?

"I didn't do any studying"

Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?

"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*

...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!

*he nods excitedly*

I knew it! What kind of art do you make?

"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"

Ooh, cool!

Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.

Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!

"Who says there can be?"

Well, there are no people in space, first of all.

Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.

"Maybe it's the future now!"

*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!

What? No, I'm from Brazil!

Uh, in South America??

*he stares at her blankly*

It's one of the biggest countries in the world!

*He trills curiously*

C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!

"I don't"

Well why not??

Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.

What, so you just didn't have any education??

"Pretty much yeah"

Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.

Huh? Your dad is here?

"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."

Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?

*he shrugs cheerfully*

Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!

You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...

"Like what? And my writing is good!"

"And what noises baby alligators make?"

Sure! You can learn lots about animals!

"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*

What?

"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"

Eh, I dunno how I would do that.

"You don't have alligators wher you live?"

No. Also, I'm dead now.

"Being dead isn't all that bad"

Massive disagree.

"There's people here"

There were people when I was alive, too.

"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>

There definitely were, you just didn't see them.

"Maybe there weren't though"

There were several billion!

"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"

No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!

*He glares at her*

What? I'm stating facts!

"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*