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"Yeah, weird, right?" Luther says, shrugging. "Eh, I don't know. Probably shouldn't." Luther says, shrugging. He's always worried that it'd become a bad way to cope, like it had the one night he went off after finding out about his time on the moon being for nothing.

"No, No, uh... A talking... Chimpanzee. Actually." Luther says, realizing that if Nathan actually believes he could have a walking breathing pogo stick, he'd probably believe him about Pogo being a chimpanzee.

"No, he uh. He died. A while back." Luther shrugs. "Siblings go in and out sometimes. Myself, Grace, and Pogo- I didn't tell you about Pogo. He uhm..." He hesitates. "Maybe it best you just meet him if you moved in. Don't think you'd believe me."

"Think of it as the gate-way drug to being an adult." Luther jokes.

Luther laughs with him and shakes his head. "Maybe I could get Grace to help out. Teach you." Luther says.

"We have cookbooks. Maybe you could learn." Luther offers.

Luther frowns and looks grossed out for a second before letting out a sigh. "Yeah, she's a robot. My Father made her to take care of us..." Luther trails off before speaking back up "Sometimes I make meals, sometimes she does, a lot of the time I just make food when I want it."

Luther can't help the flash of worry that crosses his face. "Vending machines? That's it? Of course it comes with meals. Grace, my... Robot Mom, I guess- Forgot to tell you about that part- She sometimes makes meals but you can always just find something in the kitchen."

"You could. Move in, we've got the space. One thing about this place is that it has an un-needed amount of rooms. You don't have to be stuck there anymore." Luther says, suddenly feeling a protectiveness towards this guy. Definitely his big-brother instincts.

"It wasn't too bad. I had all the food I needed. The comfort of my own room. Though, the bed was too small. My dad never bothered to get a bigger one. It was okay, just... Lonely."

"Fair." Luther says, shrugging. "I haven't found anybody. Kind of hard to when half your life you've been practically locked away in a mansion."

Luther raises and eyebrow and shakes his head. "High Maintenance? Is she too high maintenance or would you just be a bad partner?" Luther asks.

"Hm." Luther says, shrugging it off. He's heard weirder. "Oh? Really?" Luther chuckles. "You almost get with all of your friends?"

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