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It would field trip day. A part of making sure Zachary didn't end up like the multitude of common, simple minded people in the world was exposing him to culture and knowledge--even if he was only 9 months old, babbled and paid little attention. It was still important to lay the building blocks for his future.
Today's lesson? Self preservation.
Gavin ever so cautiously made his way down the corridors of the MLE, his son in hand and a bag slung over his shoulder. For as much as it was possible, he avoided every Toucher and Tackler he could, narrating the process to Zach as he went along. "Never mingle; you'll catch whatever they've got and some things have yet to be cured." Poor thing was already predisposed to such impulses through his mother, no telling what effect mingling would have.
For his part, the baby smiled and clapped, looking about at everything with curiousity only a baby could muster.
As they approached the door, Gavin came to a stop--it was actually a fair distance from the door. "This is the door of death, Zachary. All who've tried to go through this have met rather unfavourable ends. This is your mother's violent streak made tangible. It will take your little fingers off and your little head and everything little thing on you." Educational. The boy would thank him one day.
He would get to the dangerous business of knocking in a bit, purely for demonstration. Nevermind that he knew the current password, this was meant to be a learning experience.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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