When Stella fell silent like that he instantly felt he had screwed up somehow. Or said something that upset her. Or.... His mind kept listing off all sorts of occurances. He looks at her. Tilting his head to the side. "You don't? Either they are blind...or they are stupid. Or their minds are in their pants and not in their skull where it belongs." he says. Looking at her. Blinking. "Why? What could be more important than having dinner with his family?" he asks. Rather puzzled by this. Who wouldn't want to have dinner with someone as awesome and as kind as Stella? Whatever his reason he was very certain it wasn't more important than his own flesh and blood.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "No. That isn't it at all. Not rude or anything. More sad. I want you to really smile." he blushes. "I mean...really smiling helps a lot." he stammers. Oh dear lord. Every word he spoke was only making him sound stupider and stupider by the second. He lifts her head up. "Hey. Hold that head up high. Not with you nose to the sky. But high. Show your proud in yourself. Have confidence in the person you know you are. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Just what you think. That is the first and foremost important opinion out of anyones." he looks at her. "I am?" he was rather confused. "Oh. Your 18. That is really cool." he says. A happy smile on his face. Then he blinks.<br/><br/>"Er...um..." he was bright red. "A wristband that expands into a glove. Each finger has at least two miniature tools built into the finger. Yet it all is like tiny molecules til it is needed and then it expands." he was blushing emensely. "Here I'll just show you." he stammers out. Tapping the wristband on his right wrist. It lets out a soft whirring sound and then it quite literally looks as if it is unfolding and slowly weaving its way up his hand on both sides. Unfolding and forming a glove that fit Dusk's hand perfectly. He blushes. And switches between the tools. Mostly normal tools. Some more dangerous than others. But all together it was one awesome invention. He blushes. "I had just finished with Chibi's final adjustments. Put the glove away and apparently walked right out in front of your vehicle." he says. Laughing softly. "Anyways." he taps the wristband and it quite literally shrunk back into the wristband and folding itself back into it. "Chibi has a self adapting and self learning program and chips and what not. So by basic law...she is as alive as you and I. Has feelings. Thoughts. Emotions. Etc."