Casimir: -stares at robots- freaky..

Hunter: -approaches- indeed... they are beautiful as well...

Casimir:-stares at chica- I don't like it

Hunter: oh!?

Casimir: there faces

Hunter: don't look at the faces

Casimir: good point... Any other kids here

Hunter: only during opening hours I presume... How old are you anyways? Where are your parents?

Casimir: dead.. I come here to look for kids my age... 14..

Hunter: hm... My brother has a son your age

Casimir: oH jOy