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kalopsia!anti for avery’s AU fic Kalopsia!
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not a request!
kalopsia!anti for avery’s AU fic Kalopsia!
Lisää paskaa housuun
hello friends
what a SSH moment
missing henrik van der hune
Henrik, what’s your secret to relaxation?
Jamie laughs at this one, and so does Henrik. “I am not the best person to ask. I don’t relax much.”
“Work addict!” Jameson signs, pointing at Henrik. “Always stressed!”
“Yes, well…. hm, I do love the beach when I have a chance to go.” The doctor smiles at the thought, adjusting his glasses. “Looking out on water, watching the sun shine across the waves, it is like a little heaven…. but then Jackie likes to come and build stupid sand sculptures. Chase, too. They make hilarious things.”
Eyes lit up, Henrik chuckles. “Once, we buried Chase in sand, except for his head. Then Jackie made a fake mermaid body over it, it looked so, so funny. Chase was Ariel for the day!”
“Fish boy, fish boy!” Jamie jokingly signs, moving his hand, as if carving it through water, before drawing it to his chin.
What do you think you’ll be doing in the future Henrik and Jameson?
When your feed connects, a school-uniform-clad boy is hissing a string of curses, scrambling around a cramped, sunshine-filled room and turning over boxes and jars.
“Gottverdammt!” he seethes, before continuing in German, “Where is it?”
He wanders in circles, tugging at his neatly-trimmed hair, before catching sight of the camera’s flashing red light.
“Mama?” he asks, confusion filling his face, before turning the camera over. “Who- oh. Hallo. This is my mother’s camera, who are you?”
With his right hand, Henrik holds the camera, while his left tosses torn papers and magazines behind him. Obviously, he’s out of luck in his search for... whatever he wants.
“In the long run?” he hisses, “I want to be a chirurg, a doktor. I want to save people like my brother, and make people feel safe... But for now?”
You can’t see much through the mess of motion, but he clearly throws a book against the wall, which is painted with yellow and flowers and birds.
“I just want to find this stupid ribbon!”
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Jameson, on the other hand, is seen through a haze of grain and black-and-white, in a room that seems very bare, aside from a few long curtains and a view overlooking the city. Absentmindedly, he taps his shoes against the floor as he sets down a broom, but you cannot hear the sound.
He finally notices your message in the reflection of the camera lens, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Excuse me?” he signs, looking lost. “I am Jameson, yes, but... how...”
He squints closer, trying to find a source of the words, but comes away even more baffled. “Are you speaking to me right now? The film... the reel isn’t even...” Messily, his hands turn in circles, fingers fumbling to find the right words.
Eventually, his posture changes, and his features adopt a warm, glowing smile. “Oh, nevermind all that! Thank you for your curiosity about silly me - I’d like to be an actor someday!”
He twirls around the room, holding no one’s hand, but miming the face of someone looking upon their dearest love. Graceful, beautiful, talented... until he nearly trips on his own feet.
“Oh, dear...” he giggles, leaning to pick up the broom once again. He sweeps with it, but his mind is still elsewhere, as he daydreams and sways back and forth.
“I really should clean better, or Mr. Charles won’t ever let me near his lovely little camera again...” he signs, clutching the broom under his arm. “... Well, what about your plans for the future?”
Dr. Schneeplestein, what are you most proud of?
Behind Jamie, a sliding glass door opens. Cup of coffee in hand, Henrik wanders out onto the porch, whistling quietly.
“It’s for you!” Jamie enthusiastically signs, holding the phone out to Henrik, who just looks lost. Then he sees your words, and beams.
“Saving my friends! They mean much to me, makes me so happy to see them heal and be safe.”
He leans over to ruffle Jamie’s hair and pat him on the back, earning a soft smile in return. “What would I ever do without them all?”
What do all of you like to do in your spare time?
“Aha!”
Henrik hollers, spinning with the camera in hand. “I found the ribbon!”
He holds a thick, patterned piece in front of the camera, striped white and blue.
“This is what I do in my free time,” he explains, sweeping the camera’s view across a table full of doll parts, stuffed animals, and other toys. “Other kids in my neighborhood bring me their broken things, so I fix them.”
Sighing, he sets the camera down on his desk, picking up a little pink fox stuffie, and wraps the ribbon around it’s neck like a collar, tying it in a lovely bow. His fingers move with precision, but his eyes are downcast.
“My bruder, Roland,” he mutters, and it sounds like there’s something stuck in his throat. “He’s been gone a long time, but we still have these things.Toys, books, you know, those sorts. I fix what I can... I didn’t know him very long at all, but I wish I could have fixed him.”
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Chase laughs. “This is what I do! Videos and things!”
The camera bobs a bit, and you have the feeling it’s because Stacy is nodding as she holds it.
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“I haven’t much spare time as of late,” Jamie signs, sweeping more forcefully now. “I shine shoes and things, or do little jobs for Mr. Charles so he will show me his wonderful gadgets. It’s a lot, especially for a young man like myself, but I have lovely friends. I do try to play music or sew things when I can! Surely I’ll have more time someday soon...”
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Marvin inspects the bottle again, tapping it against the floor while he contemplates. “Dungeons and dragons, singing, watching movies, wandering the woods. The usual.”
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Anti - well, Knight, in his words - is still clutching the pillow, dark eyes staring straight into the lens, while tears drip off his lashes. “I... I don’t really.... know. I don’t have ‘spare’ time often. M-mostly I just talk to a kid - I talk to someone at Jack’s school, when I’m not trapped and, um, hidden away in his brain.”
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Jackie is staring at his computer, headphones over his ears, when your message pops up on the screen.
“Wh-”
The tiny light on his webcam catches his attention, and he turns to look.
He frowns, pulling at the hem of his shirt. “I like to read comics and play baseball... I’m sorry, who are you?”
Who's the best at getting up on time in the morning? My vote is on jackie or henrik
Me. Definitely not Jackie, he often wakes randomly at three in morning and just eats cereal and watches cartoon until the sun comes.
- Dr. Schneeplestein