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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 2:29:47 GMT -5
He smiled up at him, holding the little note pad close before putting it in his back pocket. "Y-you're cute wh-hen you sm-ile.." He said, looking back up at him. He had forgotten they were on the steps, and felt something hit his head, knocking his beanie off. He looked up at his mother.
"I can hear you!" She yelled, but Nash couldn't hear her. He pointed to his ears again, and she screamed a little louder. But he still couldn't hear her. He decided it wasn't important, picking up the book she had dropped on his head and his beanie. He sat the book on the rail of the steps, and put his beanie back on his head. He started down the stairs, humming something quietly. Once they were back in the park, he looked over at Dylan again.
"-did she s-ay?" He asked, stopping walking. 'Lean close, so I can hear you.' He signed, then grabbed Dylan's hands so he couldn't sign it anyways.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 17, 2012 2:33:43 GMT -5
Dylan smirked crookedly, unable to help it. But the expression faded to anger, hands fisting at the woman's words. He glared back towards the door, biting back any snide remarks.
Following Nash back towards the park, he paused at the words, stared down at their hands warily. Realizing it was just to keep him signing anything, he leaned in, talking regularly instead of low like one might a secret.
"She said she could hear you."
He straightened up some, gazing at him to calculate his reaction.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 2:41:36 GMT -5
Nash smiled, squeezing his hands a bit before letting go. He hadn't heard anyone talk in a long time. 'I like your voice.' He signed. 'It's deeper than mine.' He watched a little girl with blonde pigtails bounce back, then stop, watching him as he finished signing. He put his hands in his pockets, watching her.
"Look, mommy! He talks with his hands!" She bounced over and Nash smiled, reaching down to touch one of her pigtails.
"He can't hear me? How do you know what he says?" She looked up at Dylan, then pulled Nash's other hand out of his pocket. "Tell him something! Do it again!" But Nash patted her head, signing to Dylan that they had to go. He waved to her, following Dylan out of the park.
'Thank you for helping me.' He signed, looking over at him again.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 17, 2012 2:45:43 GMT -5
Dylan allowed the laugh to slip past his lips for once. 'Thanks, haven't heard that one before.'
He glanced towards the little girl with a smirk. Even with children he wasn't usually good. But something had him in a decent mood and he crouched. "Do this." Helping her sign the word 'hello' he straightened up again. "It's a language. You can learn it in school."
Nodding, the words flat but not cold for once, he glanced back at Nash again and turned, following. 'Not a big deal,' He signed back. 'You're the first to make me smile in a long time.'
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 2:58:27 GMT -5
'You need to smile more. It's nice. As nice as your voice is.' He signed, glancing over at him before opening the door to the shop. The girl smiled at him and slid him a blank receipt. He wrote down the order on it, then handed it back to her.
He couldn't help thinking that he would cherish hearing his voice, knowing it wasn't often anyone ever bothered to talk to him. The girl came back, and he handed her the card. She swiped it and handed it back before nudging the smoothies towards them. Nash took half, holding them carefully as he walked out the door. He knew it would be a silent walk back, neither of them able to use their hands.
When he got to the door, he nudged the doorbell with his elbow. His step father came out with a smile, taking the treats from Nashville. Nash handed him his card when he came back for the one's Dylan held. He sat them down, and looked at Nashville. Nash raised an eyebrow, then looked over at Dylan.
"You two can go out into the shed if you want." He offered, and Nash looked between the two, feeling useless. "Nash has his drums out there. And it's quiet, so he can hear you talk."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 17, 2012 3:04:51 GMT -5
Dylan shook his head. 'I don't ever have reason to smile..' He wouldn't explain that it was because of what he was.
Followin him into the shop, he took three of the smoothies. The silence on the walk back left time for him to think. He didn't know why he had smiled or laughed, didn't know why he felt that urge to defend Nash against his moms words.
Glancing at his step dad warily a moment, he nodded, passing the drinks over. "Thanks," He muttered, his phone vibrating with a call in his pocket. Grabbing it with one hand he signed easily with the other.
'Shed?'
"Hello?" Usually it would have been a fuck you, but he didn't need this guy hearing that.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 10:56:34 GMT -5
Nash looked up at him as he answered the phone. But he didn't bother ask. He shoved his hands in his pockets, walking around the house. He didn't know why he wanted to go to the shed. Only being able to catch the ends of things sucked. He opened the door, leaving it open as he flipped on the light. He sat down on the couch, and looked up at Dylan as he came in.
"Why'd you wanna come in here?' He signed, then folded his hands in his lap.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 17, 2012 14:05:34 GMT -5
"Go fuck yourself," Dylan snapped into the phone. "It's not my problem yeah?" He glanced up, anger in his eyes towards the person on the other end, tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder.
'You're..dad? Said we could come in here where it's quiet.'
"Whatever. Just-..I don't give a damn about him, you know that."
He ended the call and pocketed the phone, dropped onto tue sofa next to Nash.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 16:57:21 GMT -5
Nash moved over a bit so he wasn't quite so close to the boy. He nodded at what he signed, wondering if his step dad felt bad about him being hit in the head with a book. The man usually tried to comfort the boy, even if his own mom didnt want to bother learning how to speak to him.
'What do you want to do?' He signed, looking over at him. He tapped his foot on the ground, chewing on his lip again.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 17, 2012 17:25:19 GMT -5
Dylan realized he had sat down far too close, and moved over a bit as well. He shrugged. 'Don't know, never really hung out with people unless I had to.'
It was true enough, he tended to tolerate few people, and at work he had to hang out with them. But when he had a chance to be alone he took it. That fear hiding deep inside, that he could hurt people, that he was a monster, on top of his already usually irritable attitude was not a good mix, and it left him conflicted and easily angered.
So avoiding people always seemed to be the better of the two options. For him and them alike. He wouldn't be surprised if this guy wanted him to leave. And if not, he would soon enough see that Dylan was a complete ass, and that would be that.
He didn't even know why he was here with him.
Something about the other boy screamed 'inhuman!' but he didn't know what he was, and preferred not dealing with that right now. After all 'I'm a demon that sleeps with people to kill them or make them birth other demons' wasn't exactly a good conversation starter anyway.
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