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Nina

Nina looked at Lora and smiled openly, the droid seemed to be fully aware of everything; however, Nina preferred to be a bit more lax. Something about Lora mystified Nina. Her sweeping blue hair, her nearly automatic motions, her intelligence, somehow it pleased Nina so much. Especially considering the crowd she hung around with other wise. Lora’s personality most definitely served as a breath of fresh air in a rather dreary life. Once re-adjusting to that whole communication thing. (Nina was not a morning person) she let the pieces fall to place in her head,

“Oh, Um, You don’t have to.” Nina never ate breakfast, with her mom and dad out the door before she even woke up Nina rarely ate. Weather it was from lack of time or sheer laziness was up for debate. Nina looked at Lora who had made it clear that Nina she would eat. Forced to think like every teenager Nina’s instant thought was to ask for frozen pizza; however, something about frozen pizza didn’t ring like a breakfast food so instead she smiled and shrugged, “Whatever you want to make is perfect.” She replied. I’ve got time she thought looking to the families blinking clock that read 12:00 on and off. The power must have gone out sometime in the past few days and everyone in the family must have passed on by. Nina glanced at her watch for the real time and started toward the clock to fix it.

Maxilum

Maxilum hurriedly made his way through a bustling crowd. He’d decided to venture out of the Star’s home for a brief moment to pick up a few things he thought she’d appreciate. His calculations of walking speed and distance added up to him arriving back home only moments before Diana woke up. He failed to account for the long winded conversation the cashier tapped him in, and the overly jammed traffic from an unseen cause. Now he’d be late and Diana would have already started breakfast. He frowned while thinking that the whole busy nonsense was a big bother. He still rushed through until finally (As he would say) arriving home. The door gave an unsubtle creek when he opened it. Not Max couldn't feel, but he analyzed his thought process and became pretty clear that what he ‘felt’ right now was pretty close to embarrassment.

“Diana?” He called out. His voiced sounded uncomfortably close to a human’s. With no response he headed up a small staircase to the kitchen where he intended to put the hefty supply of groceries and comforts away. It was then that he saw her resting up on the couch flipping through the channels and stopping on the news. Her dark hair cascaded around her like a pool and Max swore he’d felt something, but the idea of that was purely laughable.
“I’m sorry.” He started, “I miss-calculated when I’d be home.”