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“Hey,” He looks up, startled by the youngster’s gaze. “C’mon! You definitely need a jacket, a sweater…or something! Let’s warm you up first.”
Again, he stands frozen in place, literally. He struggles to speak, but blankness is all he has.
“Don’t worry. My home, my treat.” The boy pounds his chest, twice, as if in reassurance. He is then taken back once again as the youngster reaches out his hand in a friendly gesture.
“Théo.” “W-what?” He stutters.
“My name is Théo. Or Theodore, really. But everyone calls me Théo. It’s a lot easier for people to pronounce.” The boy explains. “Not sure what my parents were thinking, but everything worked out fine at the end.”
Then, after a short pause, he asks: “What’s your name, mister?” “My name?” He echoes. “I…”
Théo frowns. “Oh, right, you don’t know anything. Well, just tell me once you remember. You don’t want me to call you ‘mister’ forever, do ya?” He teases.
“I suppose not. But,” He grips the boy’s outreached hand and shakes it gently. “Thank you.”
“Save it, mister.” The youngster replies with a mischievous smile. “I still need to ask for her permission.”
“Who?” He blinks.
“My mother, of course.” Théo makes a face. “Let’s hope she doesn’t throw both of us out the door.”
~~~~~ The last little bit of Chapter one. Now, back to writing.
“Hey,” He looks up, startled by the youngster’s gaze. “C’mon! You definitely need a jacket, a sweater…or something! Let’s warm you up first.”
Again, he stands frozen in place, literally. He struggles to speak, but blankness is all he has.
“Don’t worry. My home, my treat.” The boy pounds his chest, twice, as if in reassurance. He is then taken back once again as the youngster reaches out his hand in a friendly gesture.
“Théo.” “W-what?” He stutters.
“My name is Théo. Or Theodore, really. But everyone calls me Théo. It’s a lot easier for people to pronounce.” The boy explains. “Not sure what my parents were thinking, but everything worked out fine at the end.”
Then, after a short pause, he asks: “What’s your name, mister?” “My name?” He echoes. “I…”
Théo frowns. “Oh, right, you don’t know anything. Well, just tell me once you remember. You don’t want me to call you ‘mister’ forever, do ya?” He teases.
“I suppose not. But,” He grips the boy’s outreached hand and shakes it gently. “Thank you.”
“Save it, mister.” The youngster replies with a mischievous smile. “I still need to ask for her permission.”
“Who?” He blinks.
“My mother, of course.” Théo makes a face. “Let’s hope she doesn’t throw both of us out the door.”
~~~~~ The last little bit of Chapter one. Now, back to writing.
“Hey,” He looks up, startled by the youngster’s gaze. “C’mon! You definitely need a jacket, a sweater…or something! Let’s warm you up first.”
Again, he stands frozen in place, literally. He struggles to speak, but blankness is all he has.
“Don’t worry. My home, my treat.” The boy pounds his chest, twice, as if in reassurance. He is then taken back once again as the youngster reaches out his hand in a friendly gesture.
“Théo.” “W-what?” He stutters.
“My name is Théo. Or Theodore, really. But everyone calls me Théo. It’s a lot easier for people to pronounce.” The boy explains. “Not sure what my parents were thinking, but everything worked out fine at the end.”
Then, after a short pause, he asks: “What’s your name, mister?” “My name?” He echoes. “I…”
Théo frowns. “Oh, right, you don’t know anything. Well, just tell me once you remember. You don’t want me to call you ‘mister’ forever, do ya?” He teases.
“I suppose not. But,” He grips the boy’s outreached hand and shakes it gently. “Thank you.”
“Save it, mister.” The youngster replies with a mischievous smile. “I still need to ask for her permission.”
“Who?” He blinks.
“My mother, of course.” Théo makes a face. “Let’s hope she doesn’t throw both of us out the door.”
~~~~~ The last little bit of Chapter one. Now, back to writing.
“Hey,” He looks up, startled by the youngster’s gaze. “C’mon! You definitely need a jacket, a sweater…or something! Let’s warm you up first.”
Again, he stands frozen in place, literally. He struggles to speak, but blankness is all he has.
“Don’t worry. My home, my treat.” The boy pounds his chest, twice, as if in reassurance. He is then taken back once again as the youngster reaches out his hand in a friendly gesture.
“Théo.” “W-what?” He stutters.
“My name is Théo. Or Theodore, really. But everyone calls me Théo. It’s a lot easier for people to pronounce.” The boy explains. “Not sure what my parents were thinking, but everything worked out fine at the end.”
Then, after a short pause, he asks: “What’s your name, mister?” “My name?” He echoes. “I…”
Théo frowns. “Oh, right, you don’t know anything. Well, just tell me once you remember. You don’t want me to call you ‘mister’ forever, do ya?” He teases.
“I suppose not. But,” He grips the boy’s outreached hand and shakes it gently. “Thank you.”
“Save it, mister.” The youngster replies with a mischievous smile. “I still need to ask for her permission.”
“Who?” He blinks.
“My mother, of course.” Théo makes a face. “Let’s hope she doesn’t throw both of us out the door.”
~~~~~ The last little bit of Chapter one. Now, back to writing.
(Obviously they don't understand that I have this thing outside the Eternals called a "life". Perhaps you've heard of it. )
(Nope. I have not heard of this "life." Why would one want it, if it means being away from here? )
(Because unlike the original LMBs and all the Lego Galleries, life does not automatically shut down every time a bunch of moderators get sick of running the place. )
“Don’t worry. My home, my treat.” The boy pounds his chest, twice, as if in reassurance. He is then taken back once again as the youngster reaches out his hand in a friendly gesture.
“Théo.” “W-what?” He stutters.
“My name is Théo. Or Theodore, really. But everyone calls me Théo. It’s a lot easier for people to pronounce.” The boy explains. “Not sure what my parents were thinking, but everything worked out fine at the end.”
Then, after a short pause, he asks: “What’s your name, mister?” “My name?” He echoes. “I…”
Théo frowns. “Oh, right, you don’t know anything. Well, just tell me once you remember. You don’t want me to call you ‘mister’ forever, do ya?” He teases.
(Well, it's when you're forced to leave the safety and comfort of your online friends and the wonderful world of the Eternals, and you have to face stress, struggle, hurt, bitterness, and hate to work really hard in school before you're shipped off to college, where you work twice as hard, so you can get a good job, where you work three times as hard, until you retire, when you don't work at all but you're too old to have fun with it. Life in a nutshell. )
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And cold. Like, really cold. 
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