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"That would be a very long list," Lewis admitted. Maybe not quite as long as his list of failures... but he liked to think he had a lot of simple inventions that worked out pretty well. Even though he couldn't remember all of them. "Oh, sure, you can see them! You can use them. That's what they're made for. The goal isn't to hoard them all for myself, you know, but... help make people's lives a little easier."

"You definitely should!" She told him, trying her best to be encouraging. "What inventions have you been able to make?" Dani asked him very curiously. This was obviously a guy with some seriously good ideas. "Can I see them?"

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"You... you taught frogs music theory?" He had to stop his jaw from dropping, part of him sure she was joking around... but she seemed so genuine, and so proud of it that he wanted with his whole heart to believe it was true. "No, no, keep talking," he encouraged, perhaps a little too quickly. He was drawn to what she was saying. He was drawn to her, too, in a way he couldn't recall being drawn to a person before, and he was pretty sure even if she was reading a phonebook she would have his full interest. "How did you manage that? Do you raise them from tadpoles? How long of a lifespan to frogs even have?"

"Oh, where to begin?" Franny said lightly, her eyes slowly sparking to life from her passion. "I have spent much of my life training these frogs, getting to know each and every one of them. They all have their own talents and a part in the choir. Can you imagine how easy it was to teach these frogs basic music theory, let alone the advanced stuff? Not easy, I'll tell you that!" she hadn't even realized she had stopped walking and was wagging a finger to his face until it was too late to take it back. Blushing, she straightened herself out. "Ahem. Anyways. It's a pretty impressive thing. Sorry I am talking about my stuff way too much."

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"You think so?" Lewis felt the tip of his ears grow warm, never quite sure how to take compliments. He was much more used to people complaining about the things he made than praising them... most times, understandably so.

A smile spreading across his lips, he nodded. "I'm sure your Papa is great. Does he like engineering, too?"

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"Oh, how delightful is that!" Belle cooed over the little figurine on her desk.

"Lewis, you always make the most wonderful things. You remind me of my Papa so much. You'd get along like a house on fire, I just know it," she continued babbling on, turning to continue adding books to the pile in her arms.

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He was in a hurry to get out of the rain, hood up and head down, when he heard the voice. Lewis stopped, water dripping from the strands of hair that had fallen into his face and slipped out of the hoodie, turning to the man. "... me?"

Hype over something as simple as the weather shouldn't be allowed after four cups of coffee, but Wilbur didn't care. The rain soaked his face as he stood outside, feet tapping against the puddles underneath them. Suddenly the rain stopped falling on him but continued all around, "Oh." The cloud that had been directly above him had moved, not too far away but far enough that it wasn't on him anymore. "Come back."

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"Just the prototype," he admitted, a bit glumly. He never liked having to shelf what felt like a good idea. But once it failed, it was too hard for him to look past it. Especially when thee were so many ideas rattling around his mind that might not be failures. "I put it on the backburner after the... incident. I could always revisit it."

Her eyes widened a bit when he implied that an 'allergy incident' had happened more than once. Then as he continued to describe it, she couldn't help but to laugh. "Okay but an automatic sheller sounds like such a good idea! Please tell me you were actually able to make that." Dani said excitedly, already trying to think of where she could possibly get some cab in this town to use it on.

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"Uh, not really," he admitted, "but there's always time to start?" Not that he really had much intention of being a novelty shirt collector. It didn't seem like a bad hobby... but then he'd probably never wear them, and what would be the point? "Franny, got it," Lewis nodded, deciding in that moment he would never call her Francesca, if he were to be so lucky to see her somewhere again. He valued his life too much. Following her trail like a lost puppy, he had to ask, his curiosity getting the best of him. "Tell me more about the frog choir thing?"

"Sentimental guy, huh? Lewis, the novelty shirt collector." Franny didn't really think that was this guy's thing. He looked a little shy, geeky, maybe more of a bookworm than anything. "Well, you can call me Franny. I also go by frog choir queen and Francesca but call me Francesca and you might never see the light of day again." She started walking again, speed browsing the booths while glancing back over her shoulder every now and then to see if Lewis was actually following her. Not that it mattered. Well, it kind of did but if he would have ditched her it wouldn't have thrown off her mood or anything. Not at all. Still....seeing him still there did make her smile to herself a little.

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"Frogs, huh? Interesting." He didn't mean it as a slight. It was odd. Unusual. Quirky. But he liked odd, unusual and quirky. "Oh, right. Lewis, it's Lewis. Maybe I should get one too, as a souvenir. Proof that I was here... I came and saw and conquered." There really wasn't much to brag about remembering, though. It was a pretty ordinary time, aside from the eggnog. Until now, that was. But something told him he'd like to remember it now, he'd like to remember her.

"This old thing? Nah, it's fine. I was just messing with you. Mostly." Franny liked keeping people on her toes. Especially pretty people. He really was pretty in a...way that Franny liked. Weird. "I could probably find a new shirt at one of the stands...one of them has to have cheesy novelty shirts. It might not be as impressive as this frog one but...I have a million of those! Frogs are kinda my thing." She was sure her crocheted frog bag was a clear indicator of that but for some reason she couldn't stop talking. "If you want to help me hunt one down, I won't turn you down. It would be nice to know your name at least, though."

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"Which time?" He winced as he said it, realizing that maybe having that issue more than once was... not good. But he was young! He was learning! "Hey, I was just trying to make sandwich making easier. I kind of forgot about the whole... 'some people are deathly allergic to peanut butter' thing..." He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, thinking. "Then there was the shell-fish-automatic-sheller..."

A waiver was definitely a good idea, for many things really. But she couldn't help but feel like a waiver would especially be necessary for 'inventions' as he called them. If he was inventing things, then the first people to use, or experience them should definitely be giving their written consent. If only so he doesn't get sued. Dani couldn't hide the laugh that escaped when he mentioned the allergy outbreak. "What did you make that caused that?" She asked curiously between her giggles.

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"Thank you." He wasn't shocked by her reply, he thought it was pretty genius himself; while it might have been a compliment, he only took it as confirmation. "T-shirt canon would definitely be too big, unless someone wants to gnaw on giant marshmallows as they sip their cocoa, which doesn't sound all bad. A waver," Lewis decided aloud, snapping his fingers. "I could have them sign a waver! Honestly, I should probably start doing that with any of my inventions... don't need another allergy outbreak..."

Dani's eyes widened at the suggestion, slowly looking over at him. "That. Is. Genius." She told him, completely serious. The girl had zero clue how to build anything like that but had full confidence in Lewis. "Would it work like a t-shirt cannon? OH maybe you could just use a t-shirt cannon! No- those are too big. Unless you're shooting giant marshmallows at people. But that seems like a bit much. You need something for regular sized ones. That shoots one at a time. Maybe directly into peoples mouths! Unless that's a choking hazard."

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Maybe this is what he deserved for trying to be social; this simply wasn't his element, he should have known by all the failed adoption meetings that he wasn't able to get along with people. But not making friends and dousing someone in eggnog were two different things and one of those he had not imagined. "Oh, next time I won't... or I hope I don't..." He gestured, the words spill a drink on you somehow lost in his mind, caught up more in how pretty she was. She really was pretty. "I'm really sorry about that. I hope I didn't ruin your shirt. I'll pay for the dry-cleaning."

Franny hadn't anticipated for eggnog to be spilled at this holiday market, and honestly that was on her. Literally, it was on her. She wasn't happy with this newfound discovery but she wasn't about to throw the biggest scene ever when she didn't see it coming. If anything, she was being harder on herself than the guy in front of her because she should have seen it coming. Her hindsight was amazing, but it sure did fail her when she needed it most. Taking the deepest breath she has ever taken to keep herself calm, she blinked up at the guy. "Listen man, I gotta hand it to you. You snuck up on me pretty good. Any other person would have gotten knocked over, 'cause I totally would have saw it coming. So, it's all good this time. But next time, I'll be ready. So, so, ready."

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LOCATION: holiday marketFOR: @frogagucci

No one had told him the eggnog had alcohol in it. Now, maybe he should have been tipped off when the guy at the stand asked for his ID, but for a highly intelligent person, Lewis could lack some common sense. It wasn't that strong, but he was a serious lightweight, and by the time he'd realized what was happening, he was two cups down. Leave it to his slightly intoxicated self to walk into the prettiest girl at the market... and spill what was left of his eggnog down the front of her shirt. "Oh no," he managed to get out, his cheeks immediately flaming red. "Oh, no, I'm... I'm so sorry."

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LOCATION: anywhere FOR: @wildcstwinter ( goob )

Sure, Lewis could have had all of his gifts wrapped by now three times over, but he had spent that time working on the machine instead. The machine that would do nothing aside from spit tape squares into the air. "I don't get it," he stressed aloud, wiping oil from his fingertips onto the rag by his side. "What am I missing? It doesn't make sense . . ."

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— LEWIS FRY is a 23 year old HUMAN , based on LEWIS from MEET THE ROBINSONS ; he is an ENGINEERING TA with NO POWERS and he uses HE/HIM pronouns !

STATS.

FULL NAME : lewis fry.

DATE OF BIRTH : september 9th, 2000.

HOMETOWN : unknown.

ZODIAC : virgo sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising.

SEXUALITY : bisexual.

EDUCATION : college graduate.

OCCUPATION : engineering teacher's assistant.

LANGUAGES : english, french, spanish.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT : 6'1.

HAIR : short, messy, dark blond/light brown.

EYES : green-blue.

TATTOOS : n/a.

MARKINGS : n/a.

FAMILY.

MOTHER : unknown.

FATHER : unknown.

SIBLINGS : unknown.

PETS : n/a.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : intelligent, kind-hearted, passionate, inventive, faithful.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : nostalgic, obsessive, hasty, improvident, discouraged.

FEARS : spiders, never being loved.

LIKES : when his inventions work, weird and interesting people, knock-knock jokes, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, feeling accepted, good ramen, green, sweater vests, mismatched socks, radios and cds over streaming music, a good sized workspace, coming up with fun ideas.

DISLIKES : failure, rejection, contacts, being doubted ( though he often doubts himself ), waiting, when his food gets cold because he forgets to eat while working on a project, people that can't keep promises.

HOBBIES : honestly . . . mostly just engineering.

AESTHETICS : messy desktops, senseless sticky notes all over the mirror, half-assed doodles on notebook pages, lamp light spilling over stacks of paper, big round glasses, colorful band-aids with cartoon characters, brown and green plaid, uncombed hair and excited eyes, talking too fast for anyone to understand, explaining ideas no one asked about, giving up on projects and yourself the first time they don't work out, staring at your reflection and wondering why no one will love you, staticky radio channels, doordash at 2 am.

ABOUT.

lewis is smart, but what he makes up for in wisdom, he can be lacking in emotional intelligence. sometimes he has trouble seeing or understanding the way others feel, and he has a bad habit of putting his foot in his mouth. social situations are definitely not his strong suit. he's better at being a friend behind a screen where he can overthink all of his words. most times, he feels he is too much. some people are not enough, but he is too much — for any couple to want to bring him home, for his mother to love him, for people to befriend him and not grow tired of his constant inventing and social awkwardness. in a way, he thinks he's okay with that, he has come to terms with it and he will not water himself down for anyone . . . but it would be nice to be loved for once, as he is. he does often feel like there is something missing, a piece of him, and he believes it is probably his birth mother ; but that is only because he's forgotten his adoptive family. if he had them, he would feel no reason to keep searching.

HEADCANONS.

lewis hates contacts, he gets freaked out at the idea of sticking his finger in his eye so despite the lack of them in gifs, he is always wearing glasses. ( plus, he thinks it really helps sell the nerdy aesthetic. )

when it comes to food, he often hyper-fixates on meals and snacks, eating them until he burns himself out. right now, he's particularly obsessed with ramen . . . and buttered toast with marmite . . . and raspberry tarts.

he dresses much older than he is, grandpa sweaters and vests . . . but he often opts for strange patterns and colors so he doesn't necessarily look professional.

lewis doesn't drink much, and when he does he usually opts for something simple like a bottle of beer. he's a light weight, and he's a giggly, tipsy, silly drunk.

lewis leaves sticky notes everywhere. most of them don't make sense with lack of context, sometimes sketches, sometimes random words. many of them he completely forgets the purpose of when they're written down, but he never throws them away . . . just in case.

he listens to a lot of 2000s-2010s music ; rob thomas, timbaland, u2. he's not sure what his favorite genre of music is, but those feel comforting to him, songs that used to play as a kid on the radio while he was working on random engineering ideas, the background music of his best ( and worst ) memories.

EXTRA.

biography.

pinterest.

playlist.

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LOCATION: christmas market seating area FOR: @evermorehqsstart ( open )

"There has to be a more efficient way." Sure, it was the first day open and the square was packed, but if the employees had better equipment, the lines would surely move faster, save them complaints . . . "A marshmallow shooter. Why is that not a thing?"

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