Boothill was sitting on the floor of the library, a book in his lap and a very obvious cable going from his lower back to the wall. There was another book on the floor next to him. The grade level was still for kids, but he wasn't really at picture book level anymore, at least. He was proud of himself for improving, even if he was still going to the children's section for books.]
Hush, can't someone give her good friend a present just because?
[And once she's sure he has his eyes closed, she very carefully fixes three little pads to his fingers - the first two, and his thumb - making a pleased sound that she'd managed to get a close colour match without having his hand right there with her.]
[His brows furrow a little when she works on fixing something onto his fingers. His sense of touch isn't the same as a normal flesh and blood human, but he feels certain pressures and such. He can feel it's at three of his finger tips.]
Can I see?
[Honestly, it said a lot that he trusted her to modify him like this. It was just his fingertips, but it was still his body she was changing. And he was letting her.]
[He opened his eyes to give her a quizzical look, but pulled his phone out while he looked at his fingers. He tapped them together lightly, thumb to index and then thumb to middle finger. He felt that there was something on top of the tips, barely raised and not quite metal.]
[Guizhong just laughs and gently nudges her shoulder against him, getting all the thanks she needs out of the way he reacts to being able to operate the screen so easily.]
I thought it would make your life a little easier, that's all. It was quite tricky to get them fine enough that they wouldn't look strange on your hand.
[It's basically all she's been doing for weeks.]
You can have one for each fingertip, I'll just need some more time to make them.
Darlin', take all the time you need. Even just this is enough.
[It really was just the small things, wasn't it? Boothill pretty much has a case of what he didn't know what he was missing, having spent years going without and making do. Being able to use his phone like any other person was very low on that priority list.]
Y'know, it'll also make turnin' the pages easier, too. Two fer one.
Oh, really? Wonderful what a little friction can do.
[The tiny, wry curve of her lips makes it more than obvious she's aware of any potential double meaning, there. Guizhong puts an arm around his shoulders and gives him a squeeze.]
[The meaning was actually a little lost on Boothill, his mind focusing more on the practical applications given it's been awhile since he'd had proper fingertips.]
What made you come up with this, anyway?
[He never fussed about not being able to use the touch screen on his phone very well, he always made do.]
[Of course he's never fussed about it, but that doesn't mean she didn't notice that he would have the problem! She smiles at him and lifts up one hand to pat his cheek gently.]
Silly, I just wanted to do something nice for you.
text / un:gambler - congrats on getting the other early morning drunken text
{ he's sleep deprived at this point, and unfortunately the first of his thoughts are stuck going around in circles. thankfully he's already in bed and has stopped drinking at this point, half asleep and semi-delirious as a whole set of different texts go to different people.
this one had probably actually been intended for stelle. mistakes are made. }
Is it weird to watch a friend who is not really a friend sleep?
Wait. Don't ask for context, just remember I can see in the dark now so it made it too easy.
But it's weird, right? Thinking about it, it's weird.
{ no, the context is what makes it a hell of a lot weirder tbqh. the hot mess later gets sent to stelle is because he tries to stop thinking about this. unfortunately for him he's misfiring to boothill first. }
I could have guessed the charging would be a thing, just not the sleep part. I guess it'd be boring to just wait until it's done though, especially if you can't do much while it happens.
And I doubt it's boredom if it's haunting me like this. It doesn't matter.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
video
[The singsong voice that leaves the message is no doubt familiar.]
I have a present for you!
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Reading while charging, be proud, Guizhong.]
no subject
no subject
Boothill was sitting on the floor of the library, a book in his lap and a very obvious cable going from his lower back to the wall. There was another book on the floor next to him. The grade level was still for kids, but he wasn't really at picture book level anymore, at least. He was proud of himself for improving, even if he was still going to the children's section for books.]
no subject
She knows where to find him and tracks him down easily, dropping herself down on the floor beside him and giving his knee a little pat.]
What are we reading today?
no subject
'Bout a little witch makin' deliveries in a city she's never been too. Each chapter is some kinda life lesson as she learns to be on 'er own.
[A real cute and simple book, wholesome, even. A complete fairy tale in his eyes, but he wasn't about to knock a kid's book for it.]
So, what'cha got for me that has you actin' like a kid in a candy shop?
no subject
[The point is that he's reading, and that's what's important. She shifts to pull a pouch from her pocket and holds her hand out for one of his.]
Give me your hand and close your eyes.
no subject
Y'know it ain't my birthday. No need to be all secretive.
no subject
[And once she's sure he has his eyes closed, she very carefully fixes three little pads to his fingers - the first two, and his thumb - making a pleased sound that she'd managed to get a close colour match without having his hand right there with her.]
Ooh, perfect. The shape is just right.
no subject
[His brows furrow a little when she works on fixing something onto his fingers. His sense of touch isn't the same as a normal flesh and blood human, but he feels certain pressures and such. He can feel it's at three of his finger tips.]
Can I see?
[Honestly, it said a lot that he trusted her to modify him like this. It was just his fingertips, but it was still his body she was changing. And he was letting her.]
no subject
[She settles in beside him eagerly, not at all ignorant of the trust he puts in her by letting her meddle with his body like that.
At least it isn't a permanent modification - easily fixed if he dislikes it.]
no subject
[He opened his eyes to give her a quizzical look, but pulled his phone out while he looked at his fingers. He tapped them together lightly, thumb to index and then thumb to middle finger. He felt that there was something on top of the tips, barely raised and not quite metal.]
What's all this?
no subject
[She's watching him eagerly, her eyes bright.]
Touch it. With your fingertips.
no subject
[She did. Boothill used his fingertips to open a couple apps and close them, even opening the text box to write out some basic words.]
I don't have to use that fudgin' stylus no more! Miss Quizhong, you didn't need t'do this but thank you.
[He has gotten so used to voice to text and using a stylus to operate his phone, but it was definitely so much easier to use his fingers.]
no subject
I thought it would make your life a little easier, that's all. It was quite tricky to get them fine enough that they wouldn't look strange on your hand.
[It's basically all she's been doing for weeks.]
You can have one for each fingertip, I'll just need some more time to make them.
no subject
[It really was just the small things, wasn't it? Boothill pretty much has a case of what he didn't know what he was missing, having spent years going without and making do. Being able to use his phone like any other person was very low on that priority list.]
Y'know, it'll also make turnin' the pages easier, too. Two fer one.
no subject
Oh, really? Wonderful what a little friction can do.
[The tiny, wry curve of her lips makes it more than obvious she's aware of any potential double meaning, there. Guizhong puts an arm around his shoulders and gives him a squeeze.]
I'm glad you're happy, dear.
no subject
What made you come up with this, anyway?
[He never fussed about not being able to use the touch screen on his phone very well, he always made do.]
no subject
[Of course he's never fussed about it, but that doesn't mean she didn't notice that he would have the problem! She smiles at him and lifts up one hand to pat his cheek gently.]
Silly, I just wanted to do something nice for you.
text / un:gambler - congrats on getting the other early morning drunken text
this one had probably actually been intended for stelle. mistakes are made. }
Is it weird to watch a friend who is not really a friend sleep?
Wait. Don't ask for context, just remember I can see in the dark now so it made it too easy.
But it's weird, right? Thinking about it, it's weird.
{ no, the context is what makes it a hell of a lot weirder tbqh. the hot mess later gets sent to stelle is because he tries to stop thinking about this. unfortunately for him he's misfiring to boothill first. }
voice to text
Why are ya watchin' somebody forkin' sleepin', anyway? Are ya that bored?
[He won't ask for context. Yet ]
no subject
sees the recipient.
sees he messed it up. }
Do you even actually sleep?
And I wouldn't call it boredom. Though I guess they were better to look at than the ceiling.
{ is this even a compliment- }
no subject
I dunno, sounds like yer bored t'me.
no subject
And I doubt it's boredom if it's haunting me like this. It doesn't matter.
Have you ever watched someone sleep?
no subject
O' course not. That's weird.
no subject
Think of something creative and maybe I'll join you for it.
{ let him accumulate hobbies that aren't overthinking things. }
no subject
'Sides, I ain't the one creepin' on people while they sleep. So, why don't ya tell me what got you doin' that instead o' just sleepin'?
no subject
{ is this what you think of him, buddy 😔 even while drunk he's offended. }
What else are you supposed to do if someone is holding onto you while they sleep?
no subject
Dunno, sounds like creepin' t'me.
[He's totally teasing even if it doesn't read like it, but he's definitely got a grin.]
no subject
{ even if he's been drinking he's clocking on to that, thanks. }
no subject
no subject
{ DID he mind though? no... they're both making shit weird. he probably isn't alone in this. }