[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 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