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Isamu had tweaked what little he could on the G-Nexus. It inverted colors had been polished to near perfect gleam and its weapons had been up-kept as well. He pushed away from the workstation, his foot kicking off his floor and sent him into a light spin. As the world turned and turned, blurring into a spiral of cream, beige, and wooden colors. He stopped very suddenly at the sound of his dad's voice downstairs.

Heavier footsteps than his mom's had begun up the stairs. 

[color=crimson][b]"Crap!"[/b][/color] he cursed, bumbling towards his workstation in his rolling chair. He made it just in time, his dad opening the door a moment later. 

He leaned against the door's frame, scratching the premature stubble on his chin. [b]"Don't got school today, kid?"[/b]

Isamu furrowed his brows, spinning his chair to face his dad. [color=crimson][b]"Me and mom have a complicated deal about school. I can skip once a week, long as my grades are high enough."[/b][/color]

His dad smiled. [b]"We are two lucky bastards aren't we? any rhyme or reason for skipping today?"[/b]

He turned back towards his workstation, aimlessly fiddling with G-Nexus. [color=crimson][b]"I'm coming down from a Gunpla high."[/b][/color]

A joy entered his father's tone. [b]"Really? we should sit do-"[/b]

[b]"-Hon, can you come down here?"[/b] His mother's voice covered the distance from the kitchen to his room with an echo. 

Isamu didn't look up from his workstation as his dad left his room after some hesitance. When he was sure the man was far enough away, he let out a sigh of relief. His knowledge of him was so bare that he had worried about getting lectured. Lucky him, the man seemed just as irresponsible, if not more so. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]