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[He does like the library.
It's quiet and smells of old paper and leather. Goodsir spends quite some time just wandering the stacks, looking at the available titles.
Eventually he spots Koby and walks over. He's dressed to his own standards: trousers, shirt, tie, waistcoat, frock coat. He's no longer fully bearded, sporting muttonchops instead. He looks absolutely out of place in modern settings, but he fits into the library pretty well.
His voice is soft, accented, and slightly nervous.]
Ah. Hello. I trust I'm not interrupting?
It's quiet and smells of old paper and leather. Goodsir spends quite some time just wandering the stacks, looking at the available titles.
Eventually he spots Koby and walks over. He's dressed to his own standards: trousers, shirt, tie, waistcoat, frock coat. He's no longer fully bearded, sporting muttonchops instead. He looks absolutely out of place in modern settings, but he fits into the library pretty well.
His voice is soft, accented, and slightly nervous.]
Ah. Hello. I trust I'm not interrupting?
hi
( that's it, that's the text.
surprise? )
( that's it, that's the text.
surprise? )
( hao scrunches his nose at that, but ends up smiling a little to himself despite himself, because koby is cute and annoying with his dumb Proper Capitalization and Punctuation and all that shit. the dark, twisting mess of hao's aura is probably a little subdued, like someone slipped it a xanax. )
i am
hyunsu told me he told u
so
yeah
ta da
i am
hyunsu told me he told u
so
yeah
ta da
[ there's a photo that comes in on its own with no caption at first (please ignore the beard), but then - ]
One of the house staff took this photo for me.
Do they take pictures of us often? I'd much rather it be you ogling me at every turn.
Though if you were here I would pale in comparison.
[ is this meant for glinda? yes this was meant for glinda. ]
One of the house staff took this photo for me.
Do they take pictures of us often? I'd much rather it be you ogling me at every turn.
Though if you were here I would pale in comparison.
[ is this meant for glinda? yes this was meant for glinda. ]
[oh.
oh, that certainly is -- a photo, isn't it. it takes a moment for koby to register, blinking (no glasses, there's a slight difference in the shape of the face, different colored eyes), realizing it's not tim. and then, of course, the one person it could be, remembering the library and the mirth in those bright eyes and the flutter of curiosity and attraction and giddiness. then:]
Fiyero, right? It's
I don't think you meant to send this to me.
oh, that certainly is -- a photo, isn't it. it takes a moment for koby to register, blinking (no glasses, there's a slight difference in the shape of the face, different colored eyes), realizing it's not tim. and then, of course, the one person it could be, remembering the library and the mirth in those bright eyes and the flutter of curiosity and attraction and giddiness. then:]
Fiyero, right? It's
I don't think you meant to send this to me.
Well I suppose I didn't mean to but I'm not upset that I did.
And the sentiment still stands.
[ a beat, because he's looking at the little user name. ]
Koby, isn't it?
You were very kind at breakfast when I arrived.
And the sentiment still stands.
[ a beat, because he's looking at the little user name. ]
Koby, isn't it?
You were very kind at breakfast when I arrived.
[the sense is one of a tightly-closed door, a locked file cabinet, everything swept under the rug and neatly tidied -- impossible to critique, nothing to catch the eye, deliberately unobtrusive. and that's exactly what draws koby's attention so keenly, because when people aren't watching everything they say and do, when they aren't measuring out every movement, every word, they tend to be messy. emotion, thought, sensation, it all bleeds out into that unseen ambient noise koby's become accustomed to over the last few months.
from silco, though -- nothing. no giveaways. the polar opposite of jinx's vivid, vibrant presence, like an explosion. it prompts more questions than it answers, seeing the man in person, watching him sit. koby's never been able to pass up that locked door, that closed cabinet, not when he could crouch and listen in, not when he could puzzle out the lock and fill his wondering, searching mind with answers.
there's a faint spark in his eyes that he hides by ducking his head, watching instead lincoln's subdued reaction to the offered hand -- a fowlish nibble at silco's palm, an unbothered wek, then settling back into her nest. koby huffs out a laugh, gathering together the neatly-typed notes, making sure the paper clips are still cleanly separating each appendix.]
No, though we have a den-den from home. Lincoln was a prize for a pumpkin hunt, back in the autumn. She's been a good friend. [a peek, sideways, watching silco with that same curious spark.] I'm not sure how much Jinx has told you, about the strange things that happen here? The -- different events and cyclical nature of the calendar?
from silco, though -- nothing. no giveaways. the polar opposite of jinx's vivid, vibrant presence, like an explosion. it prompts more questions than it answers, seeing the man in person, watching him sit. koby's never been able to pass up that locked door, that closed cabinet, not when he could crouch and listen in, not when he could puzzle out the lock and fill his wondering, searching mind with answers.
there's a faint spark in his eyes that he hides by ducking his head, watching instead lincoln's subdued reaction to the offered hand -- a fowlish nibble at silco's palm, an unbothered wek, then settling back into her nest. koby huffs out a laugh, gathering together the neatly-typed notes, making sure the paper clips are still cleanly separating each appendix.]
No, though we have a den-den from home. Lincoln was a prize for a pumpkin hunt, back in the autumn. She's been a good friend. [a peek, sideways, watching silco with that same curious spark.] I'm not sure how much Jinx has told you, about the strange things that happen here? The -- different events and cyclical nature of the calendar?
( "i missed you" is one of those things where it feels right to say that you missed the person, too, but — how could he?
death has given hao a serious motherfucking existential crisis. )
yea
( a lie. )
mostly
( less of a lie. )
dont rlly feel all the way like myself yet
death has given hao a serious motherfucking existential crisis. )
yea
( a lie. )
mostly
( less of a lie. )
dont rlly feel all the way like myself yet
[there's something immensely reassuring about all the familiar layers -- even in the warming spring, koby's still wearing his usual overalls, long-sleeved shirts, like a cross between a preschool teacher and a kid's tv show host. but the way goodsir is dressed is reassuring, almost, as koby looks upwards and blinks a couple times, before smiling and pushing his glasses up on top of his head.]
Not at all! I've been expecting you. [ears pink:] I mean -- you wanted a tour, right?
Not at all! I've been expecting you. [ears pink:] I mean -- you wanted a tour, right?
I did, yes.
[Even if they weren't in a library, Goodsir's voice would still be quiet and gentle. He smiles shyly, like Koby might shoo him away.]
Provided you're still interested in giving it.
[Koby is young. And cute. And so clearly a nerd that Goodsir can relax a little.]
[Even if they weren't in a library, Goodsir's voice would still be quiet and gentle. He smiles shyly, like Koby might shoo him away.]
Provided you're still interested in giving it.
[Koby is young. And cute. And so clearly a nerd that Goodsir can relax a little.]
Y-Yes, of course! [koby stands a little too quickly, wincing at the too-loud screech of his chair as he does so. something about the proper way goodsir is dressed makes him want to stand taller, want to salute, which he barely refrains from.
ears pink, clearing his throat:] I-I mean that -- yes. I'd be very happy to. Of course.
ears pink, clearing his throat:] I-I mean that -- yes. I'd be very happy to. Of course.
And what if I happen to like sweater vests? What do you say then?
So kindness compounded with a very flattering sweater vest - tell me again why I wouldn't want to send you a photo of me?
Perhaps I was hoping you'd send one back.
It would be the polite thing to do, after all.
So kindness compounded with a very flattering sweater vest - tell me again why I wouldn't want to send you a photo of me?
Perhaps I was hoping you'd send one back.
It would be the polite thing to do, after all.
Thank you kindly.
[Goodsir walks beside Koby. It's nice, he thinks to have people to talk to. Places to go to, things to see. Conversation that isn't overshadowed by the presence of death.]
I must say that I've been looking forward to this. Everyone in the manor has been very welcoming, of course, but it is especially nice to know someone with whom I share some interests. The sea, animals, research... not everyone appreciates these things.
[He has a sweetly rambling way of talking, like he's used to filling silences.]
Oh, and I must also say that I do like the pink hair. I've never seen such a thing before, but it does suit you.
[Goodsir walks beside Koby. It's nice, he thinks to have people to talk to. Places to go to, things to see. Conversation that isn't overshadowed by the presence of death.]
I must say that I've been looking forward to this. Everyone in the manor has been very welcoming, of course, but it is especially nice to know someone with whom I share some interests. The sea, animals, research... not everyone appreciates these things.
[He has a sweetly rambling way of talking, like he's used to filling silences.]
Oh, and I must also say that I do like the pink hair. I've never seen such a thing before, but it does suit you.
You were wearing one, so you must like them.
Are you wearing one now?
How will I ever know if you don't send me a picture right now?
I will wither from the anticipation alone.
Are you wearing one now?
How will I ever know if you don't send me a picture right now?
I will wither from the anticipation alone.
[ By contrast, there's a brightness to Koby that Silco knows doesn't necessarily mean ease when it comes to being able to read him and his intentions, but at least gives any observant party a general sense as to which way the wind is blowing. He already knows that he's being watched, that an introduction is just as much information-gathering as anything else — hardly a surprise, considering the cache of notes he's here to see. The only thing left is to ensure that anything that ends up in there about him is what he wants recorded.
Lincoln's attention relinquished, Silco's fingers curl back into his palm, turning over into a loosely-closed fist on the surface of the table. ]
I'm told there's always something, [ he says, voice lilting wryly up. He's already experienced the will of the house, having been thrown into the hunt, but that's neither here nor there in terms of what he's willing to share. ] A pumpkin hunt, I gather, is on the more benign side of the scale.
[ For better or worse, he has looked over the network, and an entire month of autopsy reports is hardly encouraging, especially in comparison to the somewhat more mindless messages that populate it otherwise. ]
Your notes — do you have a contingency in place in the event you're unable to contribute to your daily log, or is the fact that they're a personal recollection more the point?
Lincoln's attention relinquished, Silco's fingers curl back into his palm, turning over into a loosely-closed fist on the surface of the table. ]
I'm told there's always something, [ he says, voice lilting wryly up. He's already experienced the will of the house, having been thrown into the hunt, but that's neither here nor there in terms of what he's willing to share. ] A pumpkin hunt, I gather, is on the more benign side of the scale.
[ For better or worse, he has looked over the network, and an entire month of autopsy reports is hardly encouraging, especially in comparison to the somewhat more mindless messages that populate it otherwise. ]
Your notes — do you have a contingency in place in the event you're unable to contribute to your daily log, or is the fact that they're a personal recollection more the point?
[annoying. was he this annoying at breakfast?]
Yes, I like them very much.
That doesn't mean I think they're objectively as attractive as you shirtless.
Fine.
[a pause, then, a photo of koby as he is now, in the piano bar -- it's quiet, a good place to actually eat something while he's organizing notes or typing things up:]
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There.
Yes, I like them very much.
That doesn't mean I think they're objectively as attractive as you shirtless.
Fine.
[a pause, then, a photo of koby as he is now, in the piano bar -- it's quiet, a good place to actually eat something while he's organizing notes or typing things up:]
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