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Gordon Reeds room.

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There was an awkward silence as Remi led Gordon down the hall.
"I believe this is yours since it has your name on the door. Do you have your key?"

Gordon nodded. “Ah, yes, I do. One second..” He trailed off as he dug threw his pockets, then found the key. He unlocked the door, then turned to the songbird. “Thank you for your help.” He opened the door and carried his cases inside, the door staying open.

Remi hovered at the door. She wanted to help but she wasn't sure how.
"If you need anything else...uh, you know my room now?"
She mentally kicked herself. Why did she have to invite this new kid to her ROOM which was full of stuff that pointed toward her being dyslexic? Why was she so dumb all the time?

Gordon set his stuff down and started unpacking. He looked over his shoulder at her. “Alright! Will do.” He kept unpacking for a while before realizing she was at the door. “You can stay a while if you want some company.” He said, carefully putting his clothes in his drawers.

Remi hoped he wouldn't do. 'It's not the end of the world, Remi. It's not like you're going to be talking to him all the time.'
"Uh sure but you look...kinda busy? I can go if you want, I don't mind."

Gordon shrugged. “I’ll be done soon, I don’t have much to unpack.” He popped open his last case and started unpacking it. “You’re welcome to stay.”

"Okay," she walked in and sat on his bed, "So, tell me about yourself."

He shrugged, setting some books on engineering onto a self. He only had six, filled with knowledge about mechanical movements and how things work. “Hmmm.” He thought for a moment. “I like steam engines?” He said, not entirely sure what to say.

"That's interesting. I know nothing about steam engines," Remi said, "What are they?"

Gordon turned around quickly, frowning. “What?? Really?” He paused, then pulled out a large sheet of thick paper then unrolled it, showing a detailed schematic. He showed it to her. “This is a steam engine.”

Remi stared at it for a few seconds.
"Gordon, I hope you realize this looks like scribbles to me."

Gordon paused, looking at the paper, then back at her, then rolling it up and tossing it aside, then digging through his bag again. He pulled out two small cans with wires connected to them. He took a lighter out of his pocket and lit some paper that he had shoved in there earlier. He held it out as two wire arms started spinning. “This is a steam engine.” It spun faster and faster as the arms started spewing steam, small amounts of smoke exiting out a small exhaust tube.

((lmao what actually is going on?))

Remi stared at it, "It looks cool, honest, but I don't think steam engines at my cup of tea."

((He’s an interesting fellow lol. I didn’t really intend on this happening, it just kinda did.))

Gordon nodded, setting it down on his desk as it slowly ran itself to a stop. He sat down on a chair, letting his wings fall open slightly, their weight tiring, even with how long he’d had them. “What are your hobbies?”

"I mean, if you consider flying then I guess that's one. I'm the indoor kind of person. Books and all, and outdoors only sometimes."

Gordon nodded slowly. “Flying is fun.” He took a deep breath. “I can’t say I’m really an indoor person, or an outdoor person. I’m more a mix of both.” He spun back and forth on the chair.

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