[PSL] FOR KIM, BECAUSE WE ARE DORKS

[wakingsavior]

[ SO HEY.

THERE'S THIS DEAF KID.

He's about the same age as Dave. However old that is.

He's in a coffee shop, and appears to be signing at his laptop. If you get behind him and glance at his screen, he is apparently having a video call with a girl who has to be related to him, with big green eyes and a mess of black hair to match his.

And then he disconnects, and starts fucking around on the internet or whatever, nibbling on a muffin or something. ]

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[knightime]

[Dave had stopped watching John and had went back to watching people go in and out for the time being. It seemed like things weren't going to happen. It's not like he was expecting it too. He's used to people coming and going.

He's actually slightly startled when John approaches him. It wasn't like he was expecting it. He looks up at John and reads the notebook and what was written out. Was he mute? Well, he must be mute if he wasn't talking. Seriously, he's not really prepared for social interaction and especially something like this.

Dave kind of glances away, mumbling as he spoke. He has no idea that John was deaf, not mute.] Uh. Your welcome. Thanks. [Oh my god, he's so awkward. Your Bro would be real disappointed with you right now, Dave.]

[wakingsavior]

[ OH CRAP, does he think John just can't talk? Or is too shy? HE CAN SEE THE LIPS MOVING, HE'S TALKING, BUT JOHN CAN'T SEE THEM TO READ! AAAAAAH!

Okay, but seriously, it's not a big deal, John's had all sorts of unhelpful responses to his notes, this is not the worst. He quickly scribbles out another note under the first one. ]

sorry, can you say that again facing me? i can't lipread very well at an angle. and don't feel bad, everybody does it.

[ John smiles encouragingly because daw, this guy seems shy! But he paid for John's coffee, so he must be nice. Which means John is MAKING FRIENDS WITH HIM! His first friend in his new town! He'll have to email Jade tonight and tell her all about it. ]

[knightime]

[It's a bit of both, honestly. Dave knew how to be civil and he knew how to speak to people professionally. It was easy to do that. There was nothing really personal and most of it was done over e-mail majority of the time. So the amount of talking wasn't that bad, and he always got so into his work, it wasn't something that went through his mind.

But this? This was different. This was trying to be social for the sake of social and not for work. How the fuck do you do social and not fuck up?

Dave glances back at the note. Oh...oh the other reads lips. That would mean. Oh fuck.] Oh fuck, wow. Holy shit, I'm sorry. Wow, I'm already making like the most embarrassing ass of myself. I kind of just assumed you were mute or something, but you're deaf and holy shit, dude I'm sorry. I'm not like trying to treat you differently. I just wanted to pay for your coffee since you smiled at me and I kind of took a photo or like ten while you were signing or some shit. Fuck, that was probably really creepy to admit, I swear I'm not some serial killer who goes out to coffee shops and scope out their victims. [Dave. DAVE STOP TALKING. Holy shit, you're talking a mile a minute.]

[wakingsavior]

[ He took his picture? It's a really nice camera, he's probably a photographer, and honestly, John LOVES good photography. He's no good at it himself, but he loves looking at art shows and so forth. Flipping through National Geographic and photography magazines.

Photography is a language he can understand.

He holds up a hand to stop Dave's ramble, grinning a little, and scribbles again. ]

it's cool! i'm no good at photography but i love going to galleries and stuff. can i see the pictures when you develop them?

[knightime]

[Dave automatically shuts up when John holds his hand up at him. At least he knows how to stop when someone wants him too. Kind of.

Dave didn't really do galleries and stuff. He had a portfolio obviously, but shows were a little too much for him. Setting up and opening nights would have terrified him much too much. He'd probably have some freakout. It seemed too claustrophobic for him.

Dave shifted a big, digging into his pocket for his wallet. Dave held out one of his cards. It was simple. His name and all his contact was on one side and a simple photo he had painstakingly chosen was on the back.] My e-mail, website, and my work number is on that. [Dave had a personal number, but it was actually used much less than his work number. He wasn't very social.]

[wakingsavior]

[ Maybe John can change your mind, and do all your socializing for you. It's sad when the deaf kid who has to resort to a notepad is more sociable than you...

John takes the card, inspects it, then slides it carefully into his wallet, in front of his ID. Another moment of scribbling, ripping out a strip of paper, scribbling on the strip, then holding both out with a shy grin. ]

that's my email. i'll send you one asap, ok?

[knightime]

[Dave is fine being antisocial though. And galleries seemed too pretentious and not really his shtick anyways. He was fine with just sending his portfolio to people and what not. Galleries were meant for art. Or at least, he felt like a gallery showing of photos weren't quite as exciting as a gallery showing of art.

Dave took the slips of papers from John.]

Yeah, ok. Cool.

[wakingsavior]

[ John rocks back on his heels for a few seconds, looking a little eager but uncertain, and then abruptly waves with a grin and turns to leave.

He starts texting Jade as soon as he's out of the coffee shop, and doesn't stop until he gets home.

When he gets home, he pulls the card Dave gave him out of his wallet and sends out an email. ]

hey, it's john.
the kid from the coffee shop.
anyway i just wanted to shoot you an email so you'd have mine!
in case you lost the paper i gave you.
i know how easy it is to lose random scraps of paper.
anyway just let me know i didn't get spam-foldered or anything, thanks.
:)

[knightime]

[He probably gets an e-mail back within the next few minutes. Guy is always on the internet. Even on his phone.]

youre lucky i love you so much
like woah so much fucking love
i had to swim through thousands of spam mail just to find this pearl
this diamond in the rough
so many emails about enlarging my penis
also my nonexistent feminine chest
but thats a touchy subject
cant just casually talk to a lady that way
sup though
you didnt waste anytime to email me did you
already swooning over the strider charm i see
sorry ill try and turn my swag off