[color=fff200][/color][center][h2]Drofite[/h2][/center]

	Dio was old. Too old for humans to recall what he was. Few new him, and only two new what he was. They were both at his little library today. Direly and Damion both liked the golem, but were different from other humans anyway. Direly liked worlds of fantasies and sci-fi, which he indulged with his personal stories. Damion liked architecture books, and Drofite suggested technics and showed some things to improve Damion's creations. Today, however, was Dio's birthday. Both of them were interested in improving Dio, by humanizing him. That's all Dio wanted, because his social interactions was awkward. But at least he had friends at all.

  [color=00aeef]"Come on Mr.Dio, you can do it, just don't force a smile like you did last ten times"[/color] Direly advised. [color=ed1c24]"Come on man, it isn't that hard. Just stay calm about. Don't start fretting or getting nervous"[/color] Damion added. Drofite only shook his head, the false skin straining from his movements. [color=fff200]"Why does thee even try to correct me? I am flawed in my nature, it is improbable that I'll do it sufficiently, but fine."[/color] He strained the magic giving him facial expressions and grinned, but it look horrifying. [color=fff200]"Hello, my name is Dio, welcome to the Drofite Private Library. Is there something you need help with? We have a book about everything!"[/color] Direly and Damion looked at each other with humor and horror. 

  Direly then spoke to Dio. [color=00aeef]"Better, but smile with your mouth closed and a small smile, so it doesn't scare away people."[/color] Dio shrugged but did as asked. Damion said [color=ed1c24]"Yeah, that should do. So, Dio, how old are you now?"[/color] [color=fff200]"Around 800 more or less. lost track 200 years ago on the exact number, but I do know this is the date I came to being."[/color] 
 
The bell rang.

  Drofite turned.[color=fff200]"Now what human could that be?"[/color]