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[color=silver][ [b]Location[/b]: Courtyard ] [ [b]Interacting With[/b]: [@Draven] ] 
[ [b]Mentions[/b]: [@webboysurf] [@BoyMom69035] [@RumikoOhara] [@KatKook] [@Damo021] ][/color][/center]

There was a lot to keep pace with whenever teenagers were around.

Khloe spoke an Earth language that was not the strange linguistic formulation that most humans Syaoran encountered spoke. The sound of it instantly sparked a curiosity in the boy. Being Shi'ar, Syaoran had been learning several languages as part of his education on Chandilar. Shi'ar were expected to be literate in the languages of their enemies. 

And one thing about the Shi'ar was that they had as many enemies as they did friends. And often regarded the two concepts as being one in the same.

A lady who introduced herself as Cleo talked about a fight that had broken out, which had apparently been the source of the noise from earlier. Syaoran really didn't know any of the names that she had mentioned, so he gradually shifted his attention away from either Cleo or Khloe and was instead looking at the various students who were starting to congregate around the courtyard area.

[i]"[color=f7976a]So I gotta ask, bud.  How old are you?[/color]"[/i]

Twisting around in the air, the feather-headed half-pint realized that the Drake person had returned, though Syaoran wasn't really all that certain just at what point that the man had left either. But he thought that he had. Just not now, because he was here now.

Did that even make sense?

Honestly, Syaoran had to think about this one for a moment. The intergalactic community's concept of time was based on sidereal measurements of common astronomical objects. The human notion, on the other hand, seemed to be relative to the rotation of their planet around the singular star that dominated their localized space environment. What was the human term? A [i]year?[/i] 

And don't even get him started on this concept of [i]months[/i].

[color=skyblue]"I'm ten,"[/color] the young Shi'ar offered finally, pausing a moment to hold up his fingers as he did the comparative math in his head. [color=skyblue]"I think."[/color]

No, he wasn't sure.