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genessia2016-12-10 03:31 am
feckinboomstick) wrote in genessia2016-12-10 03:31 am
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Accidental Video | Action to ANYONE NEAR HIS SHITTY SHOP
[It's uncomfortable, hearing that wheeze from this channel. The communicator seems to have been carelessly swatted to the floor as he passed by it, considering that it caught the tail end of his retreating shape before it slumped heavily into a chair.
He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.
Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.
He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]
Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!
He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.
Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.
He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]
Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!
[Action]
Finally, he paused on a picture of burdock, with it's puffy flowers that looked like a spike ball and bright lilac color.
He fumbled about, protecting the book as he awkwardly moved a chair over to sit next to Cassian and show him the book.]
Wh-What's this one?
Re: [Action]
Ye usually use the roots, but the leaves and seeds have uses as well.
We always called it a Beggars Button.
[Action]
He waited for Cassian to finish before leisurely flipping through the pages until he found the next picture that hooked his interest. It would seem that he was particularly taken in by color, pausing on the ones that had vivid flowers and asking about them.
He ended up staying longer than he meant to, considering it seemed like such a thorough book.
Before he realized it, it was getting dark outside, and he was still sitting next to Cassian, still eagerly flipping through the book, unaware of any windows. Without thought he had made a fire above them to use as light, as naturally as one would flip a switch.]
Re: [Action]
So he waited until the light came on before he continued, more than willing to explain each and every herb and flower that appeared in the book. There were a few notes later on that appeared to have been written by Cassian, more centered around the Victorian language of the flowers.
Still herbs in there, but a lot of flowers]
[Action]
[He glanced up, rolling his shoulders as there was a crick in his neck from looking down so long. He blinked and squeezed his eyes a few times, and glanced around.]
O-Oh...! It's late.
Re: [Action]
[He glanced to a clock hanging nearby, and stretched with a long groan]
So it is. Ye'd best be off fer home then. Should be warm enough for a while here.
[Action]
[That was interesting. He wondered what kind of messages he could give to Katze with flowers. He'd have to learn more from Cassian later.
He was a bit reluctant to leave, being pretty invested in the book, but staying all night wouldn't do. Still, there was a certain helplessness when one was far away. He hoped the heat would stay and Cassian would be comfortable.
Standing up, he finally gave in and nodded.]
I-If you need anything, you... you can call anytime.
I-I need to go home and fix m-my presents... Katze keeps trying to peek at th-them all and ripping the wrapping.
[He still lingered. He'd feel bad if anything happened after he left. But, he couldn't stay forever.]
I... I can lock the door wh-when I leave.
[So Cassian wouldn't have to get up. It should be too late for him to be running the shop anyway.]