What is it about your past that you think you know? Well when you're hiding out on another planet, it becomes clear that it doesn't matter what was, but what you make of yourself now
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*~{Yuni}~*
Crimson takes a sip of her energy drink and puts on a welding mask as she continues to work on her newest project, a hoverboard.
She's sitting out on the back deck welding two pieces together, when she puts the blowtorch down, and seems to stop all together.
Lydia walks outside with a pair of gardening gloves on when she notices the red wolf sitting idly and... snoring?
"Ruby?" She calls out. "Crimson!"
"Ack!" Crimson snaps up and takes the welding mask off, setting it to the side. "Sorry, you... surprised me, I didn't hear you walk out."
"It's fine, but you know it's dangerous to fall asleep with a blow torch, right?" Lydia says matter of factly.
"Yeah, yeah. Are you trimming that tree you finally said you'd cut?" Crimson rubs her eyes tiredly before yawning.
"Yeah, well here's a small piece of advice. Saying you'll be back late, and then not coming back at all? Something tells me you've stayed up all night." Lydia inquires.
"And? I'm this close to finishing this project!" Crimson says pinching her fingers almost together to signify her progress.
"And what happens when you're done with that project? You'll get another idea and won't stop until it's finished. Don't think I can't see those bags under your eyes." Lydia scolds.
"Not this conversation again." Crimson mumbles.
"Hey. It's no fun for me, either. But if you keep wasting your energy like this, it's gonna be a picnic seeing you bed ridden and sluggish in I'd say about a month at least."
"I'm using my energy to be innovative and brilliant, there's no stopping that." Crimson says picking up the hover board and placing it on her lap.
"You're supposed to be my friend. Stop trying to be my mom." She mumbles.
Lydia sighs. "Being brilliant is one thing. Having the strength to be brilliant is another."
"If you keep wasting your time and energy, you're not going to get anywhere. You'll end up digging yourself into a pit you'll never escape from."
"That's... kinda dark?" Crimson looks up.
"That's a Thorndyke thing. Passed down between grandparent and grandchild for generations. Believe it or not I used to be quite the hyperactive child." Lydia says.
