wireface / giorgi

" Gsrh rh z mrtsgnziv! / This is a nightmare! " | ask / rp blog !

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//OOC HI!!! The person behind this blog is new to ask blogs, and this platform in general. Please be understanding and patient! Though I do have some boundaries, and information I'd like to share!! I am a minor. Please do not send any suggestive or NSFW asks, I just don't want to do that. Proship/Darkship/etc, please don't interact with this blog! I will try to add some art to some answers, but I am usually changing how I draw Wireface. Sometimes I might mischaracterize him, and I apologize for that. Please don't harrass me or anything like that over it!

I am also a Wireface yume, so just in case that bothers someone. I am sharing tho! This won't have much of an effect on my answers though, BTW ships are ok i guess ^_^ I'll try to always provide translations for the text in atbash :) don't know what else to add umm um uhh ok have fun bye

[ask-the-foreigner]

[ Yurij peeked into the closet and blinked once. He cleared his throat and hesitantly stepped inside, footsteps quiet as his socks dampened the sound. ]

"Hi- or, uh.. Sr.. svool? / Hi.. hello? I think that's right." [ He scratched his head hesitantly and waved. ]

- @bugeyed-alarm

Wireface nearly jumped, lifting his head up in surprise. It's been ages since he's heard anything he could actually understand. He tilted his head as he looked down at him. "Svb prw! / Hey kid!" He greeted, his voice just an inkling more chipper than he meant it to be. "Blf hkvzp Tvlitrzm? / You speak Georgian?" Giorgi asked, clasping his hands together. "R gslftsg R'w mvevi urmw zmblmv gszg R xlfow zxgfzoob gzop gl! / I thought I'd never find anyone that I could actually talk to!" The foreigner waved his hands around expressively with each word, grinning as wide as he could. "R szev hl nfxs gl hzb, tlhs...-/ I have so much to say, gosh…-" Giorgi quickly cut himself off. "Dszg ziv blf wlrmt rm sviv? / What are you doing in here?

[bugeyed-alarm]

[ Yurij bounced in place, his sharp teeth peeking out of his mouth as he grinned widely. He waved eagerly, immediately perking up as Giorgi reacted positively. The boy shut the closet door and sitting across from him. ]

"R fmwvihgzmw, hkvzprmt rh.. uh, sziwvi. / I understand, speaking is.. uh, harder." [ He explained and gave an awkward laugh, tapping his thumbs together. ]

"R dzmgvw gl hzb sr. Gsv Slnvldmvi glow nv lu blf zugvi dsvm R hzrw R xzm gizmhozgv. / I wanted to say hi. The Homeowner told me of you after when I said I can translate." [ Yurij explained, his words slightly awkward and slower than he usually spoke. ] "R'n Yurij. / I'm Yurij."

[ask-the-foreigner]

Wireface smiled, folding himself up in the storage closet as best he could. Even standing made him feel squished with how tightly packed it felt in there... But it was okay! He finally had someone to ramble with. He was dying for a conversation that wasn't one-sided. "Rg'h urmv, R xzm gvoo. R xzm zodzbh svok drgs gsv gzoprmt! / It's fine, I can tell. I can always help with the talking!" Giorgi snickered, giving Yurij a thumbs up. "Gsv lgsvi tfvhgh wlm'g fhfzoob xlnv gl tivvg nv, gszmp blf! Hlnvgrnvh rg uvvoh orpv, fsn... sld wl R dliw gsrh... orpv R'n hlnv zmrnzo li yzyb gszg'h gll wfny li dlfmwvw gl pmld rgh ldm tllw! Orpv, R'n z tildm nzm! Dsb ziv hl nzmb kvlkov gzoprmt gl nv orpv R'n z glwwovi?? / The other guests don't usually come to greet me, thank you! Sometimes it feels like, uhm… how do I word this… like I'm some animal or baby that's too dumb or wounded to know its own good! Like, I'm a grown man! Why are so many people talking to me like I'm a toddler??" Giorgi rambled, his arched eyebrows furrowing as he reminisced. "Hliib, iznyormt... R'n Giorgi! / Sorry, rambling... I'm Giorgi!"

[bugeyed-alarm]

"Hlnv kvlkov gzoph gl nv orpv R zn z prw. R zn.. sld hzb? 17! / Some people talks to me like I am a kid. I am.. how say? 17!" [ He explained, words still clunky, but he got the point across. The boy groaned and let his eyes squeeze shut as he complained, even if it was in a language he didn't fully understand. ]

"Kvlkov wlm'g gzpv nv hvirlfh yvxzfhv R zn blfmt zmw R xzm'g dzop dvoo. / People don't take me serious because I am young and I can't walk good." [ He grimaced and sighed, looking at Giorgi with eyes that certainly calmed a bit after being able to rant and hear him ramble. He gave him a matching thumbs up. ]

[ask-the-foreigner]

Wireface snickered, holding his hand over his mouth mischievously. "Szsz, R tfvhh dv szev hlnvgsrmt rm xlnnlm. Gszg'h z urihg uli nv, svsv! / Haha, I guess we have something in common. That's a first for me, hehe!" Giorgi snickered, pointing at Yurji. He rubbed his mouth lightly, the dull ache chewing at his face. " R drhs gszg slnvldmvi dlfow'ev ylgsvivw gl zxgfzoob xovzm fk nb nlfgs... bpmld, R szw gl wrt zilfmw rm gsvhv tirggb xzyrmvgh zmw wizdvih QFHG uli z kzri lu hxrhhlih! / I wish that homeowner would've bothered to actually clean up my mouth… yknow, I had to dig around in these gritty cabinets and drawers JUST for a pair of scissors..." He commented, crossing his arms over his chest. The foreigner lowered his voice sneakily. "Ru blf zhp nv, gsrh dslov slfhv rh tirnvb. / If you ask me, this whole house is grimey." He giggled before waving his hands in the air. "R tfvhh rg rh sziw gl pvvk z slfhv ufoo lu hl nzmb kvlkov xovzm, gslfts! / I guess it is hard to keep a house full of so many people clean, though!" Giorgi hummed dismissively.

[ask-the-foreigner]

Three quiet knocks were the only warning before the storage closets door opened.

“Lunch.”

The homeowner simply muttered, setting a bowl of soup down next to the foreigner. He’d paused, staring at the scarring puncture wounds around the mans mouth, looking back at the hallway. Another pause.

Opening his mouth to speak, Aleksandr attempted to communicate the question ‘what do you need for your mouth?’, motioning to his mouth and pretending to clean and patch it up.

- @buried-past

Wireface blinked, looking down at the bowl. He smiled. Giorgi couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten since this whole fiasco started. The foreigner was so enamoured with the food he nearly missed Aleksandr's question! Giorgi paused, fiddling around with his hands helplessly. He'd heard and watched other houseguests for these things before; what were they called?? "Kzrm... khillers?/ Pain... killers?" Wireface tried, pointing to his mouth.

[ask-the-foreigner]

Lonely, quiet night.

When the homeowner has stopped letting people in for the night, and the distant hum of tears and frustrated crying dulls into something almost peaceful.

[ask-the-foreigner]

[ Yurij peeked into the closet and blinked once. He cleared his throat and hesitantly stepped inside, footsteps quiet as his socks dampened the sound. ]

"Hi- or, uh.. Sr.. svool? / Hi.. hello? I think that's right." [ He scratched his head hesitantly and waved. ]

- @bugeyed-alarm

Wireface nearly jumped, lifting his head up in surprise. It's been ages since he's heard anything he could actually understand. He tilted his head as he looked down at him. "Svb prw! / Hey kid!" He greeted, his voice just an inkling more chipper than he meant it to be. "Blf hkvzp Tvlitrzm? / You speak Georgian?" Giorgi asked, clasping his hands together. "R gslftsg R'w mvevi urmw zmblmv gszg R xlfow zxgfzoob gzop gl! / I thought I'd never find anyone that I could actually talk to!" The foreigner waved his hands around expressively with each word, grinning as wide as he could. "R szev hl nfxs gl hzb, tlhs...-/ I have so much to say, gosh…-" Giorgi quickly cut himself off. "Dszg ziv blf wlrmt rm sviv? / What are you doing in here?

[bugeyed-alarm]

[ Yurij bounced in place, his sharp teeth peeking out of his mouth as he grinned widely. He waved eagerly, immediately perking up as Giorgi reacted positively. The boy shut the closet door and sitting across from him. ]

"R fmwvihgzmw, hkvzprmt rh.. uh, sziwvi. / I understand, speaking is.. uh, harder." [ He explained and gave an awkward laugh, tapping his thumbs together. ]

"R dzmgvw gl hzb sr. Gsv Slnvldmvi glow nv lu blf zugvi dsvm R hzrw R xzm gizmhozgv. / I wanted to say hi. The Homeowner told me of you after when I said I can translate." [ Yurij explained, his words slightly awkward and slower than he usually spoke. ] "R'n Yurij. / I'm Yurij."

[ask-the-foreigner]

Wireface smiled, folding himself up in the storage closet as best he could. Even standing made him feel squished with how tightly packed it felt in there... But it was okay! He finally had someone to ramble with. He was dying for a conversation that wasn't one-sided. "Rg'h urmv, R xzm gvoo. R xzm zodzbh svok drgs gsv gzoprmt! / It's fine, I can tell. I can always help with the talking!" Giorgi snickered, giving Yurij a thumbs up. "Gsv lgsvi tfvhgh wlm'g fhfzoob xlnv gl tivvg nv, gszmp blf! Hlnvgrnvh rg uvvoh orpv, fsn... sld wl R dliw gsrh... orpv R'n hlnv zmrnzo li yzyb gszg'h gll wfny li dlfmwvw gl pmld rgh ldm tllw! Orpv, R'n z tildm nzm! Dsb ziv hl nzmb kvlkov gzoprmt gl nv orpv R'n z glwwovi?? / The other guests don't usually come to greet me, thank you! Sometimes it feels like, uhm… how do I word this… like I'm some animal or baby that's too dumb or wounded to know its own good! Like, I'm a grown man! Why are so many people talking to me like I'm a toddler??" Giorgi rambled, his arched eyebrows furrowing as he reminisced. "Hliib, iznyormt... R'n Giorgi! / Sorry, rambling... I'm Giorgi!"

[ask-the-foreigner]

[ Yurij peeked into the closet and blinked once. He cleared his throat and hesitantly stepped inside, footsteps quiet as his socks dampened the sound. ]

"Hi- or, uh.. Sr.. svool? / Hi.. hello? I think that's right." [ He scratched his head hesitantly and waved. ]

- @bugeyed-alarm

Wireface nearly jumped, lifting his head up in surprise. It's been ages since he's heard anything he could actually understand. He tilted his head as he looked down at him. "Svb prw! / Hey kid!" He greeted, his voice just an inkling more chipper than he meant it to be. "Blf hkvzp Tvlitrzm? / You speak Georgian?" Giorgi asked, clasping his hands together. "R gslftsg R'w mvevi urmw zmblmv gszg R xlfow zxgfzoob gzop gl! / I thought I'd never find anyone that I could actually talk to!" The foreigner waved his hands around expressively with each word, grinning as wide as he could. "R szev hl nfxs gl hzb, tlhs...-/ I have so much to say, gosh…-" Giorgi quickly cut himself off. "Dszg ziv blf wlrmt rm sviv? / What are you doing in here?

[ask-the-foreigner]

Hey, Wireface, where did you get that red sweater? Did you get it as a gift or did you find it yourself?

He tenses. The question seems to bring up memories he's not excited to revisit. "Ls, rg wlvhm'g ivzoob yvolmt gl nv. Rg fhvw gl yv z uirvmw'h. Ru- dsvm R hvv srn ztzrm, R'n kozmmrmt lm ivgfimrmt rg. / Oh, it doesn't really belong to me. It used to be a friend's. If- when I see him again, I'm planning on returning it." The man sighs, fidgeting with the loose sleeves of the garment. "R tfvhh R qfhg pvvk rg zilfmw yvxzfhv rg ivnrmwh nv lu srn zmw lu yvuliv zoo gsrh hgzigvw. / I guess I just keep it around because it reminds me of him and of before all this started."

Wireface snickers uncomfortably after many moments of silence. "Zdpdziiwww... / Awkwarrddd…"

[ask-the-foreigner]

" Rg'h hl hgfuub rm sviv... / It's so stuffy in here… "