Age Page Rage?!

"Maybe that's why it's not used anymore. It's the age of technology... But neh, steam isn't all bad. I don't think," Aoi thought out loud, looking off towards a tooting ship.

She loked over to the person who was kinda lighter hearted than when she first met him. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Aoi Akizuki."

Noticing that he wanted to shake hands, she quickly grabbed it and shook it, really hard. Letting go, she giggled at his formality. "Percy's a cool name."

"You must really like wasting your time, really. The only reason why they even get with technology is 'cuz it goes fast, like, zooom!" she said, emphazing on the zoom with a hand.

"Oh, well. Food is good. But everything else is e-fis-ent," she said, prouncing the last word purposefully.

Her face lighted into a smile when she remembered, "But ice cream doesn't move fast! It can't move, neh. But I get what you're saying," she added, totally thinking that he thought she was an immature brat.

"My mom likes doing things very fast," she commented. "So I kind of like being speedy too. She can do a ton of things in like, a snap."

[Oh Noes! She's becoming sane again!]

Happiness... At that, her eyes lost of shine and she rambled on, more or less without too much enthusiasm before.

"I paint for fun. People say I'm good at it. They said I should become professional, or something," she said, informatively without her usual spark. She shrugged, "My mom needs to work to get money. I almost never see her. My dad too. Work was more important than me. I'm an only child, so I had no one to play with."

She poked her hand and a small ruffled doll popped out. The cloth was soft, and it was plushy to the touch. It's most apparent feature was a crooked threaded smile on his face. "See, this is Mister Smiles, he smiles when I don't have to," Aoi said, almost chipperly.

She offered a small smile. "Maybe. Or maybe not. I guessed they just liked working."

She patted the plushie faithfully. "Well, we've been together for a pretty long time. But he broke sometime ago, and I couldn't put him back together. This Mister Smiles," she pointed, "-is just a replica, one that is made from my powers. My mom offered to buy a new one. But, I liked Mister Smiles with scratches and worned cloth. He is soft."

She puppeted the purple toy around, "Hello, Mister Percy," the doll hopped around the sand, Aoi speaking for it with a small high-pitched tone. "How are you today on this fine morning?"