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[whistlewhilstyouwork]

 

 

Sorry.
Not here. 
Call ya later 

*- Beep - *

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[puzzlingly]

congrats
you won

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Didn't realize I was playing a game.
What'd I win?

[puzzlingly]

your little test about trusting people
you were right

[1/2]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Ah. Sounds like somebody got served a decent helping of reality]

That's not winning. It's just not being wrong.

[It's not something he had wanted to be right about in the first place]

[2/2]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

How bad?

audio; 01/24 - late in the evening to pick up after he's done being a kid

[redwinekindofgirl]

Sooooooooo, Irwin...

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler 99.99999% knows what this is about.

Is he going to fess up to it?

No.]

Sooooooo, Julieeeeee

[Pause]

I wish you had a longer version of your name, like Juliet. That would have made this more effective.

[Stall and distract.]

[redwinekindofgirl]

Yeah, sorry, it's just Julie.

[Nice try, though.]

I came across this kid earlier, and you know, he looked a lot like you.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Devastatingly handsome and possessing charms and wiles previously beyond your imagination?

voice.

[puzzlingly]

You still alive, right?

Re: voice.

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Yup. Still kicking.

You still in one piece, kid?

[puzzlingly]

「Oh good, praise the gods? Not the ones from here anyway.

The wording makes him chuckle. If he only knew the whole puzzle business.」

Yup. What have you been up to, old guy?

「Just pulling his leg, of course.」

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler snorts at the 'old guy' comment.]

Aside from sitting here getting even older? Well, let's see...I was turned into a kid, that was sort of weird and then half the town left while the other half sorta went crazy, but thats more normal for this place.

[It is Hadriel after all]

I take it you went on one of those special all expense paid vacations around the planet?

text; 3am

[redwinekindofgirl]

So there's this boy, and his dad is a farmer. This kid loves tractors, and every year, when his dad asks him what he wants for his birthday, he says,

'I want a tractor, dad.'

And this goes on, every year with this kid asking for a tractor, until he's twenty-five, and his dad asks him what he wants for his birthday.

'Oh, I want a leather jacket, dad.' He says. 'Oh!' Says his dad, 'you don't want a tractor?' 'Nah' says the guy. 'I've gone off them.'

So they go to the mall to get a jacket, and while they're there this massive fire breaks out. Everyone is panicking. But the guy he says 'don't worry, I know what to do' and he breathes in and breathes in all the smoke and puts put the fire all in one big breath.

And everyone around him is amazed! 'How did you do that!?' They ask.

'No big deal' the guy says. 'I'm an ex-tractor fan.'

:)

Audo

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler had been fiddling with some wires when this came through, and at the start he had kept fiddling, however as the text to voice dictation proceeded further into the joke, his hands went still and he was listening intently, stock still and chin tilted upwards.

By jokes end he bursts into a breathy laughing fit.]

You're getting the hang of the whole joke thing.

[redwinekindofgirl]

[It's a long joke, and it would have been ruined if she'd tried to tell it out loud. At least he appreciates it.]

Right? I knew you'd like that one. [A beat.] But, seriously, do you ever actually sleep?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Eventually. But it's not like I have any place I need to be at any given time so I sleep when it suits me.

[Which is to say odd hours in the day]

What about you? You are up fairly late yourself. Something going on or just struck by your own comedic genius?

[ACTION] Morning of 20th - Post Loss Event

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

During the time that he has been without his hearing, the line between awake and asleep had all but vanished. He could never be quite certain if the heart-pounding, lung-freezing panic was in his waking or his dreaming until Julie could ground him again. Extreme fits and spurts of fear intermixed with tentative, frail moments of calm. A calm that was entirely dependent on being anchored to a person patient enough to deal with him.

If he had the mental energy to spare, he would have been in awe of Julie's resilience and patience with him.

As it was most of the time he had little enough focus to not try and smash his head into the wall in the hopes he might finally hear a bang, or at least a faint ringing. Anything. He'd have given his legs for ANY sound at this point...

That is...

...Except now as he shifts among the blankets he can. He hears himself moving. The rustle of fabric against his pj bottoms, the hitch of his breath, even the low, muffled drum of his heart in his own chest he can hear. He holds his breath at first. Nervous. Distrusting. Uncertain if this is some trick that will shatter the moment he speaks. But the addition of another sound to this quiet morning symphony gives him hope: breathing next to him. Softer. Shallower from a smaller person.

"....," His head rolls in her direction.

"J...Jules?"

[redwinekindofgirl]

It hadn't been easy. Julie would be lying if sometimes - rarely, but sometimes - she had wanted to wash her hands of the whole thing and leave him to do what he would. Those moments never lasted long and she always felt terrible in the aftermath, apologising to him even though he couldn't hear her. Whistler coped well enough with being blind, but he relied so much on his hearing... Being annoyed at him for panicking just ended up being a waste of her own shaky energy.

Having the entire world spinning every time you stood and tried to walk is not a pleasant experience, but she'd managed to keep them both fed and hadn't spilled too much water over his floors. Sleep doesn't come easily, but it is something of a relief. At least when she's asleep the world doesn't feel like it's tilting on its axis.

She'd decided not to go anywhere. Not least because of the effort it took her to get up here in the first place. There had been more important things to think about than where she would sleep, and the couch turned out to be uncomfortable after more than a few hours.

"Mmmyes?" she mumbles, half woken by his voice. She stretches, shifting and rustling the sheets, still in her shorts and vest top from nearly a week before (gross, she feels gross and needs to take a shower). It only takes a moment, after cracking her eyes open, to realise she feels... normal.

"... Can you hear me?"

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

He exhales slowly and only then does he really feel how tired and sore he is. This has taken a toll on his energy reserves, on his muscles, and on his nerves. All and all if he were told right now he'd been thrown from an overpass he might be inclined to believe them.

A weak nod happens first, followed by a soft, "yeah."

[redwinekindofgirl]

"Good," she breathes out, one cheek pressed into the pillow while she looks at a spot on the wall opposite, almost giddy that it isn't wobbling around while she tries to focus on it.

After a few moments of this, she pushes herself up and kneels, stretching her arms out and rolling her shoulders.

"Fuck, that was horrible. Felt like it was going to last forever."

almost right after the move, 27/05

[redwinekindofgirl]

Whistler!?

[Julie bangs urgently on his door with the flat of her hand, pressing her ear to it to try and hear him inside.]

Whistler, you better be home!

Re: almost right after the move, 27/05

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Careful, last time you took that thing off it's hinges

[Whistler is sitting on the floor among his usual bits and pieces of metal and wire]

It's open, Jules.

[redwinekindofgirl]

Ugh, it wasn't as if you gave me much choice. [She tells him pointedly as she walks in, closing it behind her.]

Uh... I might have some bad news. Well, good news and bad news. Whiiiich do you want first?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Hmmmm.

[He leans back, palms against the floor to support himself as he pretends to think about it]

Am I in trouble for something?