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gardengunned replied to your post: I SHOULD MAKE A PAGE ON MY BLOG FOR MY TRIGGERS SO...
if you list your ancestor as one of your triggers, will he stop talking to you???
I LISTED HIS QUIRK AS ONE BECAUSE EVERY TIME I SEE IT FOR SOME REASON *COMPLETELY UNKNOWN TO ME* IT EVOKES A CERTAIN FEELING OF FOREBODING ENRAGEMENT.
gardengunned replied to your post: i just slept under a desk waiting for class to...
im on campus and i have brownies where are you and do you want some
aw man brownies would have been awesome i mean im already in class but that would have been great save some for me for lunch would you?
gardengunned replied to your post: i made a lot of food last night. i guess i can...
im sure it would be appreciated at my apartment, tohugh im not there right now to pick it up…
oh, yeah.
i don't know if they're used to cakes appearing in their apartment without them knowing or not.
Dave ==> Send File
You had told several people you were going to send them a copy of your animation that you slaved over for class and you never did, so now you were finally going to. You tick down your contact list, figuring who might want to see it. If not they could always just delete it.
The style is sketchy and occasionally shaky, devolving from full fledged drawings into outlines for a few seconds before flipping back, but you really have become a much better artist since you were young and your professor really didn't think it was funny when you drew like shit on purpose, so you actually had to give it your best shot.
After the title card comes up 'Untitled', god you were just so fucking creative when you worked for a week straight fueled by not much but apple juice, vodka, and doritos (food of champs, man), the animation opens a close up to a red numbered digital alarm clock that blares as the numbers roll over to read eight am. The coloring is mostly muted, with a few things standing out strongly and these red numbers are one of those things.
A hand comes into frame and fumbles with the top of the clock before managing to turn it off. The hand belongs to a boy, carefully colored with muted brown hair and brown eyes because you made damn sure he didn't look a lot like you because Rose was one of the people you were sending this to and you made that mistake before and got psychoanalyzed by your art for like a billion years.
As he yawns and stretches, a slow instrumental starts - original, something that won you points with your prof and you were pretty proud of that- and it is obvious that something is weird. The boy glitches to have wings, big brown things sprouting from his back, as well as fingers like claws and a ruff of feathers up his arms. Just as suddenly as they show up, they vanish again.
The music takes on a peppy sort of 'getting things done' kind of tone as the boy gets out of bed and goes to his bathroom, a muted colored person in a muted room, and brushes his teeth. As he goes about his morning routine, he is a bird person about half the time, and a regular one the other half. They are almost exactly evenly split, with him reacting as if both states are real.
He accidentally punctures the milk carton with his talons pouring a bowl of cereal, and comically scrambles avert the crisis, eventually just putting the carton on the counter and letting spout into his cereal like a fountain while he grabs a towel with his normal human hands and cleans up the mess, ultimately just leaving the milk carton in the sink while he sits down to eat.
When he goes to get dressed, he tucks his wings in close so he can get through the door and picks out a shirt, looking back at his wingspan and sighing, frustrated. The animation focuses on the design on the shirt for a moment, an yellow old fashioned biplane bright among the muted colors, before the shot widens and he puts it on no problem because his wings are suddenly absent again.
Dressed for the day, he walks out of a set of doors to a small balcony, and suddenly things are much brighter, because the blue sky stands out against the muted building and kid. The background song quiets, and the sounds of birds singing is prominent, as he leans on the balcony and looks up at the sky with a sigh.
Suddenly, there is a scream and the kid is suddenly alert, wingspan flaring as he grabs the railing with taloned hands and looks down. The music kicks into a fast, dangerous pace. On a balcony several floors below him, a girl is in trouble. She is bright, with long blond hair and a green dress, as are the green plants on her balcony. She is clinging to a bar, as somehow one of her railings has given way and she is struggling not to fall.
The kid is up and over his own railing in a flash, spreading great brown wings to fly to save the girl, bursting into full color in the blue sky. As he is zooming down to grab her, someone shouts and come running out of her apartment, and a boy with short chopping red hair and glasses grabs her by the hand and pulls her up, falling down with the effort. She hugs him, grateful, as they sit on the floor of the balcony and he kisses her forehead.
Even though he didn't catch her, the bird boy smiles. She's safe. The music settles. He goes to flap his wings to climb in the sky back up to his own apartment.
Only to realize they're not there. He's freefalling through they air and looks down at the rapidly approaching sidewalk, and the shot blinks as if the viewer is suddenly looking through his eyes. He squeezes his eyes shut, and brings his hands up to cover them, and the screen goes black along with it.
There is a thump, and the music cuts.
The credits roll to the sound of birds chirping.
You get up from your computer, self conscious even though no one has seen it yet. Done with that now, at least.
attention fellow apartment dwellers
my room is going to be a disaster zone over the weekend and im sorry that i will have temporarily become the equivalent of a bridge troll
try to avoid the mess and me
i've pulled everything out of my closet to turn it into a dark room and there was a lot of shit in my closet
i was going to use the bathroom but i figured it would be pretty rude to make four people piss in the kitchen sink especially because two of them are girls
youre fucking welcome for my thoughtfulness
i am not responsible for chemical exposure
and my own screaming and crying if you open said closet
this has been a dsa
==> Rose: Confront Dave.
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] began pestering techturnGodhead [TG] at 01:21 --
TG: sorry about that rose
TT: It doesn't matter.
TG: are you sure?
TG: because you seemed kinda pissed
TT: I don't think that was anger.
TG: oh
TT: Just a little bit of awkward shock that you could say that to me.
TG: ok
TG: ive been giving people shit about their crush lists all day
TG: it honestly didnt even occur to me that the wording in there was so bad
TT: It's alright.
TT: You don't have to apologize.
TT: I just wanted to talk to you on here instead of in preson.
TT: I... Person.
TG: wow rose you off your game today?
TG: what did you want to talk about?
TT: A little bit.
TT: Nothiing actually. I just wanted to talk.
TG: whats wrong?
TG: what about
TG: also holy crap rose
TG: your blog
TG: why
TT: What about my blog?
TG: your question why would you...?
TG: you dont answer shit like that
TG: like ever
TG: whats up with you?
TG: rose?
TG: come on rose stop blogging tea and talk to me
TT: Nothing is up with me.
TG: you just seem off
TT: I'm a little tired.
TT: That's it.
TG: rough day?
TT: Yes.
TT: Work was frustrating. Home is frustrstating.
TT: Frustrating.
TT: Everything seems to be lately.
TG: another typo
TG: jeez rose thats not like you either
TG: anything i can do to help things be less frustrating?
TT: I'm sorry. There isn't a spellcheck on Pesterchum.
TT: I have to do it all manually, you know.
TG: i do know
TG: i only harass you because you harass me for grammar
TG: joking rose
TT: Is it?
TG: is what?
TG: is it a joke
TG: ?
TG: if you dont want me to joke with you today you can say so
TG: ill give you your space
TG: but you wanted to talk to me
TG: so
TG: i dont know what you want from me
TT: I'm sorry. I'm not thinking straight.
TT: Maybe I should just go lay down.
TT: My face is hot, and I'm tired.
TG: are you feeling sick?
TG: you want me to bring you some asprin or some shit
TG: you should probably take some if youve got a fever
TT: No, no.
TT: Don't go in my room.
TT: Please don't go in my room. The Rubicon is not to be messed with.
TG: i dont have to cross the rubicon damn ill just bring it to you
TG: what do you want to drink
TG: also since when do you tell me to please not violate your space
TG: thats not a thing is it
TT: What?
TT: Since always.
TG: no
TG: you said please
TG: you dont say please dave dont go in my room
TG: you say dave strider do not go in my room or there will be unending felt nightmares and horror
TG: you must be sick
TT: Well, that will happen too.
TG: what do you want to drink with your damn pills rose
TT: I dont neeed any.
TT: I'm fine.
TG: no apostrophe
TG: apple juice itis
TT: I don't want a drink. I dn't want a pill. I'm fine.
TG: rose are your typos getting worse?
TG: whatever if you dont want me to be nice to you
TG: fine
TG: im just trying to make up for being an ass
TG: but ok
TT: Just be you.
TT: It sucks because I want you to come in here, but I really don't want you to come in here.
TT: But I also do.
TG: then wave the declaration of war
TG: and caesars presence is yours
TT: No.
TT: No.
TT: No.
TT: No.
TT: No.
TT: And no.
TG: whats stopping you rose
TG: you can come into my room if you want
TG: jades not here
TG: jade hasnt been here
TG: its just me and twoy
TG: rocking out on the computer
TT: I just dno't want any of that.
TT: I think I'm going to watch that tv show and then go to bed.
TG: dont want any of what
TG: you just said you want my company
TG: dude rose if you go watch tv im gonna come sit with you
TG: like
TG: thats a thing
TG: its going to happen
TG: rose
TG: why dont you want me to hang out with you in person
TG: you just told me you did
TG: you like
TG: just said so
TT: Because of very important reasons that you should respect.
TG: i guess ill respect it
TG: but i dont like it any
TT: You don't have to like it.
TT: I'm not particularly in the business of you liking things I dod.
TT: Do.
TG: i know youre not
TG: at least come sit in my room with me
TG: we're watching the same thing
TG: whatever rose
TT: If I do, you don't say word about the smell.
TG: the what
TT: You can read.
TG: we can go chill on the couch if its too hot for you
TG: really
TG: i am a fan of putting the ac down to sixty myself
TG: so youre not sick
TG: what is this with being more honest to other people than to me
TT: Oh my god.
TT: Don't do this to me.
TG: you even dodged the question about how you feel about me to me
TG: and not to the internet
TG: dont do what to you rose?
TG: i dont have to listen to them rose
TG: they are in another universe
TG: communicating with us ove the internet
TT: Just give me a minute.
TG: ok
TG: minute given
TG: what am i waiting for?
TT: I'm coming into your room.
TG: cool
TG: doors open rose
TT: I'm not speaking aout loud.
TG: aout?
TT: Out.
TG: fine if you dont want to
TG: i wont make you
TG: not like i could make you do jack shit if you didnt want to
TG: come lay down and watch shitty tv with me
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] enters the room without making a sound and sits on the bed, not moving close to Dave at all. --
-- techturnGodhead [TG] moves over to give Rose space to lay down, quirking an eyebrow when she doesnt --
TG: "so...did i earn the silent treatment or is there some other convoluted reason you wont talk out loud?"
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] maintaing a lack of eye contact, she opens her laptop and begins to type to him again wordlessly. --
TT: No.
TT: There's a reason.
TT: You just don't get to know it.
TG: why not?
TG: i promise rose
TG: you can tell me
TT: I don't feel like being judged today.
TG: i know you think you cant tell me shit
TG: but you can
TG: im not gonna fucking judge you rose jesus
TG: you put up with my shit i so dont have room to play holier than thou like fucking ever
TG: but whatever
TG: if you dont want to
TG: you dont have too
-- techturnGodhead [TG] looks up from his computer at her --
TG: "do you want my glasses again?"
-- techturnGodhead [TG] kept his voice low, because this feld like a super weird thing to ask out loud, but he offered last time she was upset and it kind of felt right to do again --
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] shakes her head no and sighs, moving to lay down on the bed. She props her laptop on her stomach and sighs at him. Now that she's close, it's probably impossible to miss the faint smell of alcohol. --
TT: No.
TT: I'm fine.
-- techturnGodhead [TG] quirks and eyebrow and gives her a meaningful look through his shades. What the fuck what this? If he didn't know for sure he'd been home for days, he would have almost suspected it was him. Rose doesn't drink. She just...doesn't? --
TT: "I feel really lonely today."
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] she whispers it, trying to keep from opening her mouth too much as she grabs for one of his pillows, putting it under her head. --
-- techturnGodhead [TG] keeps himself from saying anything about the scent, putting it together with what she had said earlier. She knew he was gonna notice, that's why she didn't want to come near him. But she was upset, so she did. Oh god, Rose... --
TG: "did something cause it?"
-- techturnGodhead [TG] gives her the respect to not turn and stare at her, especially since she was markedly avoiding eye contact --
TT: "No. I've felt this way for years."
TG: "im sorry rose"
-- techturnGodhead [TG] realizes he's been doing a lot of apologizing lately, a lot more than usual, and can't help but wonder for a moment whether it sounds fake even though it isn't. --
TG: "im really fucking sorry"
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] reaches out, snagging his hand in her own and just holding it for a moment. She just clings to it as she presses her head back against the pillows. --
TT: "Stop. It isn't your fault."
-- techturnGodhead [TG] grips her hand in his, setting his laptop aside and rolling onto his side to cup her hand in his other one. His eyes stay on their hands, though, and not on her face. --
TG: "yeah i know its not but i can still be sorry"
TT: "I mean it. Stop."
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] emphasises the last word before closing her computer and setting it aside, sloppily. --
TG: "ok"
-- techturnGodhead [TG] forces himself not to ramble on. This isn't about you, Dave, shut it. She's sad, just let her hold your fucking hand. --
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] just lays next to him for awhile without saying anything. Breathe in, breath out. She almost seems like she's falling asleep for a moment before she squeezes his hand tightly again. The thoughts in her head are distracting, irritating her almost. She'd tried so hard to shut them out and yet here they had managed to permeate her very being. --
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] doesn't cry this time. There aren't any tears even though she isn't making eye contact. She takes a moment before leaning up and, since he isn't looking at her, kissing the side of his cheek. --
TT: "Thanks. I should really... go back to my room now."
-- techturnGodhead [TG] 's eyes widen in shock as she kisses his cheek and all the careful things built up inside him that he understood to be true start to rip themselves apart. It'll all he can do to keep from sitting bol --
TG: t upright from the shock. He didn't expect that from Rose, even with them having admitted continuing feelings. We were a shitty couple, he reminds himself, she wasn't about to do this crap again. But she just...
TG: *sits
-- techturnGodhead [TG] holds her hands to keep her from leaving before he gets to make a move and before the thought fully processes Dave kisses her on her cheek back, the light smell of alcohol tainting it --
TG: "do you have to? youre upset you could just stay here"
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] A little too intoxicated, she really doesn't move when he kisses her cheek back. Her eyes sluggishly move to look at him as she rubs her thumb over his knuckles, thinking again. She didn't have to go --
TT: back to her room, didn't have to go back to being alone. He'd said he reciprocated her feelings towards him. The next logical step would be to 'make a move' wouldn't it? And a little too tipsy, she doesn't answer his question, accept with a light kiss, pressed to his lips.
-- techturnGodhead [TG] is still surprised when she does it, but gently returns her kiss. His freer hand lets go of hers and goes to her cheek, gently touching her face as if to reassure her. Although he'd like to keep kissing her, Dave pulls away, the alcohol on her breath a reminder of more unpleasant things, less meaningful things. --
-- techturnGodhead [TG] leaves his hand on her cheek, however, and tries to make eye contact with her, unwelcome though it may be. --
TG: "rose why are you drinking?"
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] pulls back when he asks, letting go of his hand to sit up. She's still not crying, but she has a very severe look on her face as she grabs her laptop and moves to get off the bed. --
TG: "hey whoa its ok rose"
-- techturnGodhead [TG] gets up with her, offering with an outstretched hand to carry her computer for her. He gets it, she doesn't want to talk about it, probably didn't even want to admit that she does it. --
TG: "maybe we should both go to bed huh its late"
TT: "Sounds like a good idea. I can carry my own things."
TT: "Goodnight."
TG: "ok"
-- techturnGodhead [TG] scratches the back of his head awkwardly, wishing he knew a better way to handle what just happened, but it's too late now. He steps forward and opens his bedroom door for Rose, shrugging at her --
TG: "feel better ok?"
TT: "I'll try."
-- therapeuticTendrils [TT] she sounds cold as she walks out of the room, heading back to her own without another word. --
-- techturnGodhead [TG] shuts the door behind her, resting his forhead on the wood and pounding on it with a fist once in frustration, not knowing what to do. When he speaks, his voice is much quieter than his action was. --
TG: "love you rose"
Jade, if you read this, please come home.
At least tell us where it is you've been hiding for a few days.
I'm getting very worried.
Dave bought a new computer.
I apologize already.
