"So Adol, is this your dojo?" I ask warmly.
"Yeah August, why you ask?" Adol asks warmly.
"I just wanted it clarified." I say warmly.
"Why'd you break in here and play with our stuff like they're toys?" Adol teases with an argumentative tone.
"I was bored and wanted to meet martial artists." I say warmly.
Adol blushes and throws me a set of protective gear.
"You're lucky I'm the one that found you. My dad might've been offended. He paid good money to Mrs.Caeser for this dojo and other custom rooms." Adol says warmly.
I chuckle a bit at that.
"Good thing indeed. But Cleo is my stepmom sooooo-" I say mischeviously.
"So you that and smiles would calm him down?" Adol teases.
"You could use a girlfriend Adol. This could be an opportunity." Adol's father? says warmly.
We turn to see on a tv screen a man that looks similar to Adol. But tanned and wrinkled. He wears casual clothes beside a blue button up. Red hair with green eyes. Close cut, like a soldier who had a week or two without a buzzcut. And a small mole under his right eye.
Adol cringes while I giggle warmly at the thought.
"Grandpaaaa. Don't nag me about women! Especially at the start of the nuclear apocalypse!" Adol whined like an annoyed child to their parents.
Adol's grandpa chuckles warmly and so do I. Adol looks nervously at me. I wink with my left eye. He smiles and blushes.
"Adol, just try to be social. We're stuck here for at least 25 years until our scientists beat at least the local radiation." Adol's grandpa says warmly.
"I'll try. I'm doing it now, aren't I?" Adol says sheepishly.
"That's true. Young lady, what's your name?" Adol's grandpa says warmly, but a bit serious.
"I'm August Caeser, Cleo's stepdaughter." I say politely.
"Good to know indeed. I am Seto Oda, Adol's grandpa as you know. Please come talk to Adol or one of the adults of our family before practicing in our dojo next time." Mr.Oda says warmly.
I nod, bowing slightly like a British Noble.
"Yes sir. I understand." I say, polite and sincere.
Mr.Oda nods and smiles.
"Alright, you kids play safe. Goodbye." He says warmly.
We say our goodbyes and he hangs up. We're both fully in our safety now for pur sparring match. I'm in white, Adol is in black.
"So how do you wield a kendo blade?" Adol asks warmly.
"Like a swinger. I'm not so good at thrusts." I say warmly.
"That's cute. Saying it in layman's terms. I'm a traditional one handed swordsman myself." Adol says with warm pride.
"That's cool. So what's the rules of our match?" I ask warmly.