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@tuningtome
First Interaction Starters
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"I've heard a lot about you"
"Welcome to _____ "
"Can I take your order?"
" _____, you're under arrest"
"Looks like we're room-mates"
"IT Support, how can I help you?"
"Do you know the bride or the groom?"
"Hi, I just moved in next-door"
"Excuse me, is this your dog?"
"Help, please! Somebody help me!"
"I guess I'm your new partner"
"Oh my god! Are you okay?"
please, ladies, he is but one man . . . !
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walter and yumi become really good friends! despite yumi being similar to raymond in some aspects, sometimes to walter’s annoyance
yumi tries to lighten up his life by bringing candles and sappy country music because she feels like he’s too unhappy and gloomy. on top of that she likes to get him a lot of dnd-related stuff because one time when she was snooping around, she found his old dnd dice and character sheets lol
Officer Bombers:
It almost sounded like he enjoyed her company (at least to her), even if he was ‘in need of no supervision’. Ain’t that cute? Once she was given what she understood as a ‘yes’, she plopped down next to him on the sofa, heaving a sigh.
“ Yup. Perks of livin’ in a small town, huh? Plus, my nights are usually kinda lonely. Wouldn’t hurt to slack off a bit. “ Yumi was quite footloose with her job, which sometimes got her in trouble with her higher-ups … Not that it would stop her.
“ Seems like you ain’t too fond ‘bout yer buddy Raymond. If you want, I can try to bring him home as well, since it seems like he’s probably as drunk as you. “
Walter tried to pay her no mind, given that she’s obviously no threat but a kindness on a rough night. His look was softer, even with a perplexed, furrowed brow. The man coyly stared down into his lap. Though not a chronic worrier, the night played out rather uncharacteristically and gave the blonde cause for concern. Gotta love playing wingman. An idea came forward, and gave him a way to not press for Officer Bombers unless he had to. “I’ll call the fool first. You’re already seated.”
The energy was dying down. His head being clearer than previously and being in his home made this an opportune time to at least make an effort; he withdrew his phone. He entered his PIN, the device unlocking with a click. Nothing was in the notifications bar. Raymond probably wouldn’t have much time or coherency to text, huh? He quickly started up a call to the bluenette, yawning once more as he perched the device by his ear.
...Brrr, brr! Brrr, brr! Brrr, brr... Walter blinked slowly as he waited for something, even the voicemail. He shot Yumi one quick look while it rang. “Feel free to watch TV or something. You don’t have to bore yourself.”
health concerns.
Questionable chef, Gardenia:
An airy laugh escaped from the girl despite her attempts to stifle them out, who couldn’t really see the man’s concern as anything but …silly! Russell had told her that the two men he invites sometimes are travelers from a place far, far away from anywhere here like him, so they needed time to adjust to everything.
Perhaps it was because it was from the more colder and stoic man that this was happening to that made the picture look even more ridiculous to her. He didn’t really seem to care or even react much for anything else other than battling the monsters they’d come across. If anything this might actually be a rare once in a lifetime opportunity to see him express any interest(?) for anything else! If only she had a camera with her right now…
Even so, it’d be best if she just let him ease into it gently. It was clear that he never had an Enigmafish Burger, so of course he’d be wary of it. They needed to rest up before proceeding any further in this dungeon and it might as well be with food that’s fresher.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine!” She nodded. “Just make sure to watch your fingers or else it might bite, ok?” … Okay, maybe one little joke wouldn’t hurt.
Walter sharply inhales through his nose at the thought of this food BITING him! He would be foolish to eat it, he would believe in most circumstances, but... The Enigmafish’s nutrients would be incredibly beneficial to his war-torn body. This dungeon felt a bit too challenging and the man has had to use the entirety of his concentration and dark energy. It would be a good idea to eat it. Would he have to eat it WHOLE...?
He held his breath. He grimaced at the Enigmafish burger, features twisting more as he brought his gloved fingers closer to it. A sweat drop formed from his temple and slowly slid down the side of his face. Was he ready for this? Was he shaking? No, not shaking, thankfully. He had gloves on. How much damage could be done?
...Why was Walter so easily deceived by this young girl?
“...The benefit outweighs the risk. Though, your warning was useful.“ He took the Enigmafish burger tightly in his hand, gripping hard into the bun. He took a vigorous bite. And that was where he realized his mistake.
“This thing isn’t living at all, is it?!” It was pretty good, though.
Officer Bombers:
After going back to close and lock the door, she took off her hat and took off her jacket, throwing it over her shoulder.
“ The name’s Yumi Bombers! Or Officer Bombers, if ya fancy that… But we’re friends here, right? Call me what ya want. “
“ And don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve gotta admit, sometimes my work space looks kinda chaotic too. “
She stood beside Walter’s couch, eyes searching around his place. Maybe she was getting too comfortable and too personal with this man. She just wanted to bring the poor drunk man to his home.
… But staying for a little while wouldn’t hurt, right?
“ Mind if I sit down? “
Walter uttered a “hm?” before resigning with an “mhm,” muffled by the upholstery. What first ran throughout he man’s brain was indeed how personal the encounter had become. The second was how embarrassing it was that she would be in his terrible wreck of a home.
On the bright side, some coherent thinking such as that meant he wasn’t... bad enough to pass out or anything. The man threw his shoulders and upper body back up after a realization occurred, meeting her eyes once more.
“H-Hey, wait, are your nights truly so slow that you can afford this? I am in need of no supervision if I’m in my own home...” He visibly pouted—perhaps that was too emotional of a response for Walter in any other condition, but he did like the prospect of company! He still needed to call Raymond after all. Remembering Raymond (since his state probably had him forget), he muttered:
"Though, it’s not like I could file a report or anything for Raymond to keep me company.”
return from the abyss!
hello! i have returned from… an 8 month hiatus. yikes. i still really love walter, and genuinely want to be rping on tumblr again.
my schedule in life has changed quite a bit, but i want to be committed, which is what this post is also for. i’m putting my schedule under a read more for now, but if you could, please take a look if you’re interested about picking things back up with me!
Keep reading
i guess i should also say i know a lot of the ppl i followed previously are inactive now... what a shame :c but! at the very least i am down for crossovers. maybe i’ll try hitting up miwashiba game rpers or smth. maybe mogeko ones too.
return from the abyss!
hello! i have returned from... an 8 month hiatus. yikes. i still really love walter, and genuinely want to be rping on tumblr again.
my schedule in life has changed quite a bit, but i want to be committed, which is what this post is also for. i’m putting my schedule under a read more for now, but if you could, please take a look if you’re interested about picking things back up with me!
Subject: with regards to that unplanned procedure...
dokusuri:
Shame, that. Neglecting the goings-on of your crew will only hurt you and your company in the long run.
[he has no idea what ‘company’ he could be referring to, he uses the term generally.]
How lucky for you that I brought a bag of it… I figured I ought to!
[a… bag? yes, Kantera holds up a coin-purse sized bag on a very long strap. when he shakes it, it sounds like… sand?]
I had so little time to notice, you see - my senses flooding with your poor coworker’s agonized screaming, I became somewhat of a machine to fix the mistake you all couldn’t. But that pulsing tumor in his shoulder turned to something like dust the moment it was dislodged.
[… yeah, he’s definitely looking for someone to blame.]
Walter could hear the sound of the sand and nodded once in acknowledgment as he listened to the other’s... bitter explanation of how it became so. Walter had never heard of any dream substance turning into sand, but if it is as described, then it may be the guilt setting in quicker than anticipated, and there may be undocumented side-effects. However, explaining that to this last-minute surgeon in a world that doesn’t exist, Walter could not even think to risk.
“It’s clear you’re ‘upset’ about having to deal with this situation. Just leave the sample with me,” he proposed in word but ordered in tone, “and I can go retrieve Raymond so I can bring him back here for further inspection. That will give you and I both some peace and quiet.”
The best thing to do was to get Kantera out of the main problem as quickly as possible, but Walter is aware Raymond may still not be ready to undergo extensive testing. Whatever got Kantera out of his tent faster would work, though.
Without another word, Walter paces across the room and settles for some odd, empty jar for collection of this sample. Returning to the doctor, he looks him in the eyes expectantly as the lid of the jar is removed with a pop! Time was of the essence when it came to a dreamer’s guilt.
bombersaway:
Yumi’s hand extended to grab his keys, inserting the home key into the keyhole.
“ Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll keep my hands off yer stuff. “
Considering how he was drunk and most likely had a sour personality if sober, he was surprisingly cooperative. Even if he did say some things bitterly. She twisted the key, and pushed the door open, letting the man go in first.
Her blue eyes examined his… setup. The guy seemed like a businessman, judging from the folders and papers, but boy was he messy. She was careful to not step over anything that seemed important.
“ So… whatcha work as? Looks like science. “
“ … And outta curiosity, what’s yer name? “
Walter did not remember what he last did in this living room of his, if he was being honest. He went to sit on the edge of the couch, only to lean his whole body against the arm of it and close his eyes.
“…Walter.” Something about his name fit him. The hard ‘T’ and the blaring ‘er’ sound bold and strong, but the ‘W’ and ‘L’ are gentle and masked behind them. Maybe it was not so apparent in an intoxicated state just who he actually “was”. “Walter Bartley.”
“I… am a researcher.” He spoke this slowly, spacing the words out for clarity’s sake. At least he would try to converse more before passing out. “Looking at this mess again, I think... I ‘s working on a report and then... Well, I imagine policework’s just as busy sometimes, hm, Officer? Should I address you as that?”
i’m back!
sorry for the unannounced hiatus, but i think i’m back. i seriously gotta make it a goal to get at least a reply in more often...
hey guys, sorry i’ve been absentee! holidays and house renovations have really kept my energies depleted, the writing muse just sapped from me... cries
thread tracking!
i have, i believe, all my threads tracked! i’ll get to them as soon as i can, but HERE you go!
for people who maybe can’t get to that link, see under the read more:
bombersaway:
“ Gotcha. I know where that is. “
The loud clinking from his pocket was probably his keys. She trusted that the small sober part of him at least didn’t lose his keys. Yumi helped him limp to a small house she assumed was his. A couple blocks on Auburn… she hoped she didn’t get the wrong house.
“ Alright, we’re here. Ya got yer keys, right? “
The walk home felt almost dreamlike. Having to not fully keep himself balanced, his focuses could be placed elsewhere. His head was spinning still, but the depression of the senses was fun and painless. Even if that would not be the case the following morning.
“My keys... Yyyyeah, yeah, I got ‘em. I take it you’re opening up, ‘ere.” The jingle rang out from his pocket again as he fumbled to pull it out. His hands shook a bit as he fumbled to get them out of his pocket, and though he did not drop them, he almost did. He groaned and reluctantly handed them over to the policewoman, but with a warning. “Don’t ruin my setup, offisher.”
When he was referring to his setup... Yumi was in to see a bunch of open books and a couple manilla folders upon his coffee table, surprisingly disorganized and irresponsible for someone talking of a setup. Surely, he lived alone... And also surely, he lived his job, and whether Yumi would find out just what kind of job it was was up to her when they got in that door. Walter was less dizzy, but perhaps this was where he was needing rest. “Understooood?”
Subject: with regards to that unplanned procedure...
dokusuri:
Of course, how silly of me - Walter.
[he begins pacing across the floor of Walter’s tent, starting to run his fingers through his hair as he goes on to explain]
I thought you’d be very interested in the goings-on of your colleague - yes, I know you two work together in… something, I just don’t know what - because this morning he practically fell on me, with a gaping hole in his shoulder in which a black– growth of some kind, rested.
I– I don’t suppose you could enlighten me as to what that was. Because I’ve been injured by monsters before, and that has never happened to me. I would certainly love an explanation for why I, of all people, had to simply tear the thing out of him, having to stare down at his twisted face, having to hear the– SCREAMING, and–!
[he holds his head… it seems maybe he’s just looking for someone to blame. or something like that! who knows?]
Oddly enough, Kantera is partially correct. Hearing of the situation, Walter does indeed want to know what is going on with his colleague, now. His lips twitch and his eyes squint as the image of it, the growth, pops into his head. For a mere second, his look shows a tinge of worry or fear. Raymond might not mean much to Walter personally, since... ah, but Walter is still a man of sympathies.
The look contorts back into its usual form, of a defensive and aloof young researcher, when Kantera continues, however. Walter does not like what Kantera’s tone is conveying, what it could be implying. Was the doctor really trying to blame this terrible condition on just a coworker?
“I don’t keep tabs on my coworkers’ conditions all the time.” Walter sighs heavily. His voice had become stern, and he eventually draws it back before continuing. Curiosity always put him at ease! “...Though, what an anomaly that is. Hm. Do you have a sample from the procedure?”
Walter does wonder if it is as he fears...
i’m sorry i’ll get back to things
constant feeling of guilt over ignoring a blog is what i’m Best at and why i’ve dropped so many times in the past... lmao i love it
i know what i owe and i feel so bad.......
regretheld:
@tuningtome’s cookies are, er…
Russell bit into the cookie again, trying not to twist his face into an expression that would offend Walter. (Which, truthfully, wasn’t much of a feat for him. But still.)
“…There’s no flavor.” He repeated. Though it was a bit unfair coming from someone with a notorious sweet tooth, there wasn’t any discernible sweetness he could glean from the confection. Russell had never made a point to sample drywall, but…
“Here,” the boy took another cookie out of the container and proffered it to the other. “You taste it.”
Walter breathed in deep, and it seemed that he held this breath for a moment. His hand slowly reached out for the cookie, blindly, as if he was scared it would look back at him. He was clearly bracing himself, overall.
His shoulders stiffened. He finally let out the air he had been holding in. His eyes slowly reopened as he drew it closer to his own mouth. The cookie was plucked from the young boy’s hand and finally was bitten down on. Walter confirmed what Russell had told him.
“You’re... correct.” His smirk was unwarranted; why was he smirking like that? He hurriedly ate the rest of the bland cookie before continuing to speak. “...Do you wish for me to buy something else for you? These won’t do.”
