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Adi took a moment punch in a few of the buttons, finally ending with hitting the "G" button, for the ground floor. He'd pressed the others, simply because he liked to take a look at the other floors on the way down. He retreated then to the middle of the elevator, waiting while the doors slowly closed and giving over to Isaac with a tilt of his head. The other doll seemed a bit uncomfortable in the situation. Adi could only hope that his own comfortable nature would rub off on Isaac and make him more relaxed.
"You don't sound like I do." Isaac said, seeming to just want to continue on with the conversation, to keep it moving. Adi couldn't blame him, especially if he was uncomfortable. Sometimes it was best for people to talk and keep their minds off of it. "You aren't from here." There was a short pause, and had Isaac not seemed as if he were about to continue the thought himself, Adi would have given him the answer. "You are from...England? How long have you been active? I've been active for three days, two hours."
Adi let his gaze wander while he thought about the answer to the second question. He knew he could easily answer both at the same time, but he had to recall the time frame in which he'd been alive. It was longer than Isaac had been alive for, and therefor Adi knew there was no way he could get right down to the hour, let alone the day. He didn't like thinking about how long he'd been alive, since he knew it to be not very long at all, and the time he'd spent healing was a little longer than the time he'd actually had with his owner. And the time without his owner was just getting bigger and bigger. It was saddening.
"I awoke in the London headquarters of Heartland," Adi began, starting off with the explanation of his accent. "I lived with my owner in the city for..." he paused, chewing his lower lip while he thought about it. His gaze which had trailed the ceiling of the elevator was down at the ground now. "Two months. I've been here for three months." He paused again, and though it would seem as though he was simply adding the two terms together, he'd done that instantly and in actuality, his mind was simply back to wandering about the explanation behind his answer. He wasn't sure if it would be a detail that the other boy would want to know, and wasn't even sure if it was a detail that he really wanted to share, even if he had made this many exceptions for the boy already. "So I've been alive for five months. That isn't a lot of time, really."
Adi shrugged, not sure if he should bring any more information out about the subject, and deciding to move his focus onto the next activity. The elevator, that was right. He loved the elevator, especially when he was traveling downward, because jumping in the elevator was just so much fun! He knew it would be a better use of his mental activity to think about doing that rather than thinking about what had happened. He was supposed to move on from what happened, anyway, right? That's what they had told him to do anyway, so he figured that there just wasn't anything else he could do.
He gave a quick glance at the changing floor number, taking note of the amount of time he would have left, and promptly bent at the knees, waiting for it, waiting for it, and jumping! The speed of the elevator allowed for his jump to feel as if he was getting so much more air and for so much longer, until he hit down on the floor again with a thud. He instantly smiled in result, giving a glance back at Isaac after a moment. Instantly, though, he remembered Isaac's hesitation with the elevator, and averted his gaze, wondering if perhaps the action might make the other doll more nervous. He decided that if he was going to continue, he wouldn't bother Isaac about it too much, just in case.
He bent at the knees again, preparing himself as if the action were far more important than it really was. He bit his lip, trying to think of things that he could say to continue the conversation onward for the sake of the other dolls. What had he said again? Perhaps he could clarify something. The transition perhaps? He certainly didn't want the other boy to assume that he'd been such a bad doll that he'd been returned all the way back to america.
"There was an accident," He began, the statement coming all-too-bluntly. He jumped again, and couldn't help but smile despite the words he knew were coming out of his mouth. He promised himself he'd be vague with details about what happened. He didn't want to scare the other doll, certainly, and the idea of a car crash was certainly frightening. Adi still wasn't quite sure what he was going to do if he got a new owner. There would be a car-ride involved at some point, wouldn't there? He would have shuddered, but instead he decided to jump again. "I got very injured, so I was sent here to recover. London doesn't have as many resources for that kind of thing."
He looked back at Isaac, shrugging and trying to make it look like the injuries weren't really a big deal. Perhaps it would be believable? He wasn't entirely sure, since the boy had proven decently clever, but Adi could still hope.
His head twisted towards the doors as they slid open on one of the random floors he'd selected, and he poked his head out quickly, looking from side to side around the hallway before spotting a scientist and ducking back into the elevator, quickly pressing the "doors close" button and watching the scenery disappear behind the doors. He turned his face toward Isaac once again, giving a great big smile and trying to make sure that the mood would stay lighthearted. He tried to think of words to say. Something along the lines of 'isn't this fun' or 'are you having fun' but neither sentence would come, and he was having difficulty forming a better one in his head. Gosh, he hated words. He tried to think of a way he could physically show the boy what he wanted to say, but that would be too hard to understand.
He opened his mouth, hoping that perhaps the words would simply come out if he let them, but after a second of soundlessness, he clamped his mouth shut and shyly covered his face in his hands. Oh, no, he thought. I can't think of anything else! Contrary to silence, however, he let out a small, stretched out moan from his throat, frustrated at his inability. Perhaps the other boy would start things up again. That was all he needed, a little more prompting and perhaps he could think of something. He split his fingers, peering through them with pleading brown eyes at the taller boy, hoping for the next question to move on from the awkward moment.