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"Yeah, that's the one thing I'm good at. Saving the day for my shitty ass dad."

"You make a good point. It’s almost sad how quickly you managed to make me change my mind."

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"You're kidding, right?"

     ❝Your own dad did that shit? That is so          fucking ridiculous. Three masks, then.❞

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They're too dumb to reason with.

Have you tried to reason with them?

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No, they wouldn't.

My parents never let me out often. I think they worried too much about what could happen.

Do you think they’d let you go if you went with someone else?

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Doctor Jones will hear about this. So will your parents.  Finn's heart dropped the moment he heard those words. Why couldn't Graham just let him deal with one problem at a time? 

He resisted the pull, tugging with all of his strength despite the dust getting in his face. "Let me go, Graham!" he yelled out, breathing in almost all dust in it. God, he was going to die and it was because he just had to get the most unemotional android trying to 'save' him. "I'd rather die out here than go deal with my parents!"

As much as he didn't want to die, at least right now would be more on his own terms... right?

STRANDED — finn & graham.

This wasn’t exactly the place Graham wanted to be, but he made Leah a promise. He was going to go out there, make himself friends and be kinder. Compassion had never been his biggest priority, mainly because of his settings. He could barely give it, especially to the ones that wanted it. It became frustrating almost, having to give something he couldn’t even produced. Yet here he was, making his way to the centennial to form an attempt.

A dust storm got to the event before Graham could, ruining the entire plan. He appeared annoyed, even more so when someone leaving decided to collide with him. The android looked at the person, only to meet the eyes of Finn Aldridge-Fitzpatrick.

"I can’t believe you’re out here." Graham snapped, his glare vicious. He couldn’t feel the anger he portrayed, but that hadn’t mattered. It was the merely the idea he needed to get across to Finn. "Doctor Jones will hear about this. So will your parents." He mentioned, unaffected by the dust storm. The android watched with distaste as his patient began to cough. This wasn’t good. Leah wouldn’t have approved. Not at all. Graham sighed, grabbing Finn’s arm. He began to tug him through the dust storm, not very thoughtful in the way he held onto Finn. Perhaps he’d learn his lesson this way.

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"But all that money sounds pretty awesome...huh?"

"I just worked my shift plus someone else’s who didn’t show up. Are you guys trying to put me in an early grave?"

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I wasn't really planning on it. Not like my parents let me out of the house anyways.

Have you been to it?

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STRANDED — finn & graham.

Sneaking out of his house to go to the centennial was one thing. Getting stuck in a dust storm was another. Finn was unprepared, leaving behind any medical masks that he normally carried around in his room. All he brought was his money and a phone. Clearly nothing that could help him when the wind started to kick up.

He kept his hand over his mouth, finding himself gagging on the dust that he breathed in. God, he was going to die and he was going to be killed by his parents if he lived. 

Trying to escape, he found himself bumping into a familiar person. Or...thing. Did androids count as people? Finn gulped, looking at Graham with slight fear.

"Look, don't say anything," he managed to say, covering his mouth and nose again with his sleeve. Graham was the biggest snitch known to all androids, so he knew that he was screwed. Finn started to cough violently, unable to really move anywhere. Great. 

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"Well, go take more hours at my dad's place. I'm sure he'll love that shit."

"Well, I can’t say I’m having the time of my life, but I also can’t say I’m bored out of my mind."

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I 'unno.

It might not be so dumb for them to spend a little money on fun. All of this is for their entertainment.

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What's your problem now, bro?

I’m starting to wonder if idiocy can spread. It must be some type of disease here.

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"Well, I'm gonna complain. I deserve a complaining session."

"You’re one of those people then. My wise, dear, old grandmother once said that if you don’t do anything about it then you haven’t got a right to complain."

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"No, I'm still gonna go. But I don't mind complaining about it."

"Are you staying away from the festivities then?"

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"Traditions can be stupid."

Avia shrugged. “Tradition.”

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I don't think so.

I mean, people have to work hard either way. Why waste their hard work on dumb events like this?

It could ease people of their stress. Everyone’s been working so hard these past few years. They’ve earned some time to be happy.

I think it’s a lovely idea.

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I don't get why we need to waste all this stuff on some cententiall thing.

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"Non-existent health, yeah."

"My dad. And Veda, the repair person."

     ❝Well, I mean, health comes first, right?❞

     ❝That’s fucked up. Who would do that?          I’ll buy two masks, in that case.❞