What Number Are You?

Sky turned around quickly, attempting to hide what she'd been doing from view. "I wasn't doing anything..!" She said just a little to quickly before she really seen who was there. Noticing the sparks, she tilted her head slightly to the side in curiosity. "Hello.." She said softly, a small smile forming on her face.
 
Zack.::.


"Uhh..." He said, noticing there were sparks in his mouth. "It's a medical reason.... I'm part robot..." He said. He was never good at telling lies. He was good at hiding and fighting, but not lies.
 
"Robot, hmm..?" Sky said, chuckling quietly. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Robot." She said with a smile. "Don't worry, I have a medical condition of my own." Closing her eyes in concentration, a small ball of shadows formed in her palm before quickly dissipating. "See..?"
 
Zack.::.


"What..." He said, coming back to his senses. "Are you a...." He said, hoping she would get what he was saying IF she was a number.
 
Sky's smile grew wider, her left hand making a one while the other made a two to signal a twelve. "Is it safe to assume you are as well...?"
 
Zack.::.


He stood there blank. He didn't know why though. "Umm, I'm four." He said holding up three fingers. Then, he realized he was holding three instead of four. He quickly corrected himself. Then, he looked at the girl. "Oh, uhh, sure."
 
Sky couldn't help but to giggle at that as she finally moved away from the electrical box. "Well, as I said before, it's a pleasure to meet you. Even more so now." She said softly. "I'm Sky."
 
( Then, what would you be interested in? I'm not super good at RPs, i'm 12... )


Zack.::.


"Zack." He said introducing himself also. He stuck out his hand, wanting a hand shake. "Trust me, my hands aren't filthy... they may be warm though." He said, referring to the fire abilities he had. He wondered if she would get the idea or she was just thinking that he just has sweaty, warm hands.
 
(That explains why you didnt know what Pi was. You dont learn how to use that until 13. I only know this because I'm 15... Perhaps there could be the Hitman deciding to ignore the order part and just kill every number they find. That would put everyone on edge. I dont really know. It's your RP.)
 
( Here, if you want you could be my assistant! I mean, you know tons more than me and maybe you could instruct this Hit Man thing. Or maybe even "The Head" could get involved! Read about "The Head" and all that in the storyline and info thing. )
 
Terrace leaned over the counter, she was bored and waited for a customer to come it. While she waited she read a book her uncle had bought her a few years before. It was a book of Utopia, the cover so worn out from her fingers grazing over the words it was barely readable. She sighed and shut the book. Her uncle who was adopted by her mom's side of the family was her favorite person in the world, but he often disappeared for days on end, once he left for two years this time he was gone for 5 months off to who knows where. She had traveled with him for a little while but when her mom became ill she came home to man the Shop. It didn't just sell every kind of book from fiction to non fiction, to antique books found no where else it sold other items too, some weird some normal. Terrace stood up quickly her, sneezing into her sleeve. She hated Dust!!
 
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