[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.
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:40 pm (UTC)From:[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.]
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:42 pm (UTC)From:[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.]
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:50 pm (UTC)From:[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?
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:52 pm (UTC)From:[She's watching him eagerly, her eyes bright.]
Touch it. With your fingertips.
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:56 pm (UTC)From:[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.]
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Date: 2025-05-12 12:00 am (UTC)From: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.
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Date: 2025-05-12 12:12 am (UTC)From:[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.
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Date: 2025-05-17 10:13 pm (UTC)From: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.
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Date: 2025-06-11 02:31 pm (UTC)From: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.]
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Date: 2025-06-17 09:54 pm (UTC)From:[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.