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He wasn't going to think about it, so instead he went to find the pile that Christof collected, picking up a heavy door that had dropped on the Igor's foot and setting it up on the workbench. He started to move things aside to leave a nice, clean area to work on. No doubt the patchwork would come in and want to get started. If doing this made Christof happy, he'd help. Unless he was brushed aside.

"I'm not too good with science. I know a little." The basics he learned from just observing things in everyday life. That water in the shade was cooler than water in the murky sunlight. That fish breathed underwater. How to plant and how to fix a porch step. How a waterwheel worked.

He looked at the the blue print, feeling lost and hopeless as he stared at the design. It looked complex. "So you're making a little cage for it that won't fry anyone if it starts shooting flames. Can't get hot and can't hurt you if you leave it open?" Made sense. What a dangerous pet. "Is there anything I can do while he's cleaning up? You can just tell me." He was sure the demon wasn't about to get up anytime soon.

He didn't look at Barth, but just shifted his leg a bit. "It's fine. I went to the Nurse's office." He could do whatever that was needed to be done in the end. Sadly, he couldn't understand these blueprints. He had on knowledge of how to read them, and he looked at it, feeling more and more useless than before. No one needed him here.

So he was being a bother. A nuisance. Barth wasn't exactly saying it, but it was there. He wasn't needed, and so he let the blueprints roll back up. It wasn't like he could decipher what they meant anyways. "No. I can go. I could use the walk. I would hate to bother him after all." The last sentence came out more sour than he had liked it. "Could you at least get up?" He told the demon, moving over to the door. "At least make that effort." And with that, Calder left the demon's dorm and shut the door behind him.

"Calder went to get your clothes," Barth said. "You can just err, hang out until he gets back. ...No, I don't mind," he replied in regards to the robe.

"I was working on the doombuggy. Well. Thinking about it. I had some of the parts out." He did. They were on the floor with him. "Mainly the propulsion system. But you want to talk about the containment device. I'd been thinking about that too. I don't have it written down, but I I know how to handle the weight."

Doombuggy? What was that? Barth had at least distracted him with thoughts and visions of new projects, which perked his expression up considerably, especially when he came back to the Containment Device. He had only been demanding Barth concentrate on that for weeks. When Calder returned, though, he flushed, practically trying to hide in the bathrobe as though ashamed to be wearing it in front of anyone. Like Calder would have told on him for doing so, which was a ridiculous thought, really, but one that occurred to him all the same.

He eyed the clothing anxiously... so the Kelpie had been back to his room. His gaze lingered for a moment, as though trying to gauge what he had seen, but ultimately nodded a quiet thank you before hurrying to grab them off the table and change. He was feeling better. He had direction at least. He had a set line of events ahead of him that lead to the most pleasing outcome. This was good.

Calder set his head in his hand, elbow on the arm of the couch, and pretended to pay attention. His help was offered, but he didn't' know what he could do. The science that he was sharing with Christof were in a totally different realm. For the Igor, who had been trained in many things and to assist in this sort of work, it was duty as usual. For Barth, who was an inventor of such things, it was a pleasure. For Calder, it was all gobbly-gook in is brain that made no sense. He just knew they were making something to put a firey pet in and saying anything on what they were talking about or asking questions would only make him look more like a person who had no idea what they were talking about. So he was quiet, and sank a little deeper in the plush couch.

As exciting and interesting as this was for Christof, Calder was finding it hard to keep his eyes open. All the technical words flew right over his head and it was just and endless stream of garbled words that had no meaning. On and on and on it went to the point he jerked up several times when he noticed his eyes had closed and his hand nearly slipped away from his chin. It was one thing to note that he could sleep while standing up, but not so much sitting like the was. Yawning again, he leaned back on the couch, trying to pay attention or wait till he was called to help. It never came, and to kill what little will he had to stay away, the couch of Barth was a death trap to staying awake. It was soft, warm, and very cozy. Typical for a sloth demon to own, and soon Calder's head eased to rest on the arm rest and he was out like a light. The only sign of life was the occasional twitching of his ears to the tinkering of the Igor and a flick of his tail as he rested.