welcome to the twenty-first century

The Mess Hall was fairly empty. The lunch rush hour was over and now the only people in here were the Hypnos children, who fell asleep on top of their sandwich.

Franklin Sheerhan was not one of the people who slept on their sandwich. The son of Hephaestus was wide awake and fully energized. He walked into the mess hall with a granola bar in one hand and a box in the other. Today he was preparing a lesson of anything a certain Lotus Flower Casino guest had missed. Which was a lot, actually. Franklin was only eighteen years old, and the girl missed like, 45 years of it. Franklin is not the best to give her a rundown of what she missed, but he tried.

Kendra Blake was one of the few people Franklin felt comfortable talking to. Which was odd, considering she's almost five times his age. None the less, Franklin sat down at his table, opening the box. The box was just his circuit kit, not for Kendra but for him. He needs to keep his hands busy. The teenager sat at the table patiently, waiting for his friend to come in.

"Kendra." Franklin grinned, standing up as she came to the table. It was the polite thing to do, mind you.

He sat back down and laughed when Kendra addressed him like that. He thought it was extremely hilarious when Kendra says things from the 60's. Normally he would be slightly confused when she talked, but he had recently got a dictionary of the slang words. It's been very helpful. "Hi works as well" he told her.

Franklin lifted up his backpack from the table and took out his laptop. "Today's theme is," he began, typing a few things on the keyboard, "music."

Franklin doesn't really listen to music himself, but it's good for Kendra to learn. Do it for Kendra.

He grinned, listening to Kendra talk about the 60's was his favorite thing. She sounded like his grandmother, a much younger version of her anyhow.

"I also like your accent," he told her. Franklin agreed with Kendra on the music. Pop songs are not is favorite genre, and that seems to be the only thing on. Franklin pulled up a playlist he made earlier in the week. Yes, he prepares his lessons in the past years Kendra missed. Only the best for her, okay?
"Okay, first off is seventies music. Full of weird, pop and rock music. They also said it was very 'glam'." Franklin pressed the play button and the sound of  Blitzkrieg Bop, by the Ramones echoed through the mess hall.

Franklin laughed at Kendra's comment about the song, "If it means anything I missed the party too." Which was a little weird, because she was before the party and he was after. He really likes that though, thinking of the age gap between him and the girl sitting beside him.  It was fascinating, truly fascinating.

Next is the eighties, full discloser that not every song was like this, same with any other decade. It's on shuffle. He pressed play again and Like a Virgin comes on. His mother, Innes liked this song. She was born when the song came out, which is a little weird.