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2019-08-31 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Hey! It's Mr. Parker!
Come to my class ASAP. πβ
Come to my class ASAP. πβ
Man, as if I could planning a cult with my time management. ;P
And wow, I'm 24! I grew UP in the age of EMOJIS. I was there for their pixely birth!
π©
And wow, I'm 24! I grew UP in the age of EMOJIS. I was there for their pixely birth!
π©
Nope. No. No sir. You're too old for them now. It's time to let them go.
Anyhow. Omw (that's on my way - translated into geriatric speak for you, you're welcome :) )
[And it doesn't take long for Louis to arrive- good thing about living in David Cliff - it's not a million miles away from the school. He'll head to Peter's classroom, and at least have the decency to knock on the doorjam.]
Uhhh hey? Mr. P? I'm here.
Anyhow. Omw (that's on my way - translated into geriatric speak for you, you're welcome :) )
[And it doesn't take long for Louis to arrive- good thing about living in David Cliff - it's not a million miles away from the school. He'll head to Peter's classroom, and at least have the decency to knock on the doorjam.]
Uhhh hey? Mr. P? I'm here.
[Ignore the fact that Peter clearly drew a emoji or two out of retaliation on the blackboard, with 'JUSTICE FOR OLD PEOPLE' under them. But anyway, Peter's in the back room where all the supplies are kept, and he pokes his head out, his science coat hanging down below it.]
Awesome, hey! Okayokayokay, I got the box, one sec β
[He lugs out a relatively hefty box with both arms (which isn't any issue for him whatsoever, but he's good at pretending things are heavy for him, okay?) and then he puts it down on a cleared off lab table before motioning to Louis to open it up.]
Here β
... Ignore that the box says it's a table, it's not a table.
I just had to put it in something to bring it here.
[And it's about what you'd expect from Mr. Parker, as was his given word.
He and Sodder are obviously homies.]
Awesome, hey! Okayokayokay, I got the box, one sec β
[He lugs out a relatively hefty box with both arms (which isn't any issue for him whatsoever, but he's good at pretending things are heavy for him, okay?) and then he puts it down on a cleared off lab table before motioning to Louis to open it up.]
Here β
... Ignore that the box says it's a table, it's not a table.
I just had to put it in something to bring it here.
[And it's about what you'd expect from Mr. Parker, as was his given word.
He and Sodder are obviously homies.]
Edited 2019-08-31 23:44 (UTC)
Emojis don't count if they're not digital, so I'm still calling this a win.
[He's gonna pass comment on the stupid blackboard emojis, Peter. He can't let that injustice lie. He would say more, but then Peter brings a box out and Louis kind of...stares at it for a moment. He hasn't been given a gift by an adult for a long fucking time and he's not completely convinced yet it won't be a suprise murder, somehow in there.
As such, he approaches it cautiously, reaching out with one hand to tap it at first- just in case it fucking explodes.]
Okay. I'm gonna trust you that this isn't some sort of trap. Please don't make me regret this life choice.
[He opens the box, and instead of death finds proof that Peter Parker keeps his fucking promises. HIs eyebrows raise for a moment, staring at it like an idiot.]
...Holy shit I thought you were joking but you were actually serious.
[He stares at it a little more, like he's trying to puzzle some great question of the universe - and eventually finds the one he wants to voice, looking over at Peter again. The usual jovial tone is gone- almost as if it never existed at all. He sounds genuinely confused by this act of kindness.]
I um- wow...okay. I don't- I don't know what I did to deserve this?
[He's gonna pass comment on the stupid blackboard emojis, Peter. He can't let that injustice lie. He would say more, but then Peter brings a box out and Louis kind of...stares at it for a moment. He hasn't been given a gift by an adult for a long fucking time and he's not completely convinced yet it won't be a suprise murder, somehow in there.
As such, he approaches it cautiously, reaching out with one hand to tap it at first- just in case it fucking explodes.]
Okay. I'm gonna trust you that this isn't some sort of trap. Please don't make me regret this life choice.
[He opens the box, and instead of death finds proof that Peter Parker keeps his fucking promises. HIs eyebrows raise for a moment, staring at it like an idiot.]
...Holy shit I thought you were joking but you were actually serious.
[He stares at it a little more, like he's trying to puzzle some great question of the universe - and eventually finds the one he wants to voice, looking over at Peter again. The usual jovial tone is gone- almost as if it never existed at all. He sounds genuinely confused by this act of kindness.]
I um- wow...okay. I don't- I don't know what I did to deserve this?
[Peter just smiles at that, leaning back to sit against the edge of a nearby table.]
... I don't know. Exist?
You don't have to do anything to deserve gifts, y'know. My aunt used to make me wheatcakes all the time when I was your age, and I definitely didn't deserve them with how much trouble I started getting into.
[Granted, that trouble was... in part due to being Spider-Man, unbeknownst to May.
But she was a trooper nonetheless.]
You have a passion, so you should have a way to perform it.
Even in Hecktown, USA.
... I don't know. Exist?
You don't have to do anything to deserve gifts, y'know. My aunt used to make me wheatcakes all the time when I was your age, and I definitely didn't deserve them with how much trouble I started getting into.
[Granted, that trouble was... in part due to being Spider-Man, unbeknownst to May.
But she was a trooper nonetheless.]
You have a passion, so you should have a way to perform it.
Even in Hecktown, USA.
Oh.
[He stares back down at the box, chewing his lower lip. Louis is very good at alturism towards others - the same doesn't apply in the reverse, however. He thinks the worst of himself and is always surprised when people think otherwise.
He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.]
I...uh. Thanks? That's... that's really cool of you.
[He stares back down at the box, chewing his lower lip. Louis is very good at alturism towards others - the same doesn't apply in the reverse, however. He thinks the worst of himself and is always surprised when people think otherwise.
He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.]
I...uh. Thanks? That's... that's really cool of you.
It's not a problem β honestly, there needs to be more music around here.
No offense to everyone else, but a soundtrack would improve this place considerably.
[A pause, as he notes the nervousness.]
... Besides, sometimes I feel like there's not a lot I can do for people here. It makes me feel better, to be able to supply someone with something they like... So I guess the thanks is mutual, when you think about it.
[He slaps his hands together.]
Alright! The stand's not built yet, but the keyboard works; give it a whirl, before I let you run off with it?
No offense to everyone else, but a soundtrack would improve this place considerably.
[A pause, as he notes the nervousness.]
... Besides, sometimes I feel like there's not a lot I can do for people here. It makes me feel better, to be able to supply someone with something they like... So I guess the thanks is mutual, when you think about it.
[He slaps his hands together.]
Alright! The stand's not built yet, but the keyboard works; give it a whirl, before I let you run off with it?
On that, we can completely agree. Everything is made better with music.
[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]
[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]
[Hey, if there's one thing Peter will always approve of in any medium, it's nerds.
He just grins at that, sitting and listening with keen interest as he plays. He's definitely got a talented set of hands there, and it looks effortless. Hopefully the music shop around here has more sheet music so the kid can learn more during his stay here. By the time the songs over, he's clapping his approval.]
Bravo, bravo!
He just grins at that, sitting and listening with keen interest as he plays. He's definitely got a talented set of hands there, and it looks effortless. Hopefully the music shop around here has more sheet music so the kid can learn more during his stay here. By the time the songs over, he's clapping his approval.]
Bravo, bravo!
But... your talent is no match for my skill at piano.
Check this out.
[He cracks his knuckles, moves over to the keyboard β
And then very carefully pecks out the short and unimpressive tune of 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.]
Check this out.
[He cracks his knuckles, moves over to the keyboard β
And then very carefully pecks out the short and unimpressive tune of 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.]
[Louis gives a flourishing bow at the applause- trying to play off that it doesn't mean half as much to him as it actually does. Not a lot of people appreciate his music, back home (mostly due to them believing it superfluous to survival)- it's nice to hear someone enjoy it.]
Thank you, thank you. I'm available for performances every Thursday night. I also do weddings.
[He snorts out a laugh. Okay, Pete. You got him.]
Oh wow. [Very pointed clapping here- is he being sarcastic? He might actually not be.] That is an absolutely flawless preformance. I'm awed.
Thank you, thank you. I'm available for performances every Thursday night. I also do weddings.
[He snorts out a laugh. Okay, Pete. You got him.]
Oh wow. [Very pointed clapping here- is he being sarcastic? He might actually not be.] That is an absolutely flawless preformance. I'm awed.
[He offers a little bow.]
Thank you, thank you! I'm classically trained.
[The high school chem teacher is an idiot.]
Thank you, thank you! I'm classically trained.
[The high school chem teacher is an idiot.]
(It took a bit of prodding around, but eventually Eddie figured it out.
A shoe box is sitting outside of Louis's door sometime late September. There's a single sunflower that's already begun to wilt sitting on the top.
Within the box are a few scraggly looking homemade incense that smell a little bit like ginger.
There's a folded up piece of paper. On the back seems to be detailed instructions on how to make incense. On the front:
louis-
hey sorry if this seemed ominious
shiro told me you wanted to know how to make incense maybe so i put how i did it on the back. these kind of suck but they'll get the job done in a pinch.
let me know if you want any help. i work at the florists shop so i can get most of the stuff you might need
-eddie)
A shoe box is sitting outside of Louis's door sometime late September. There's a single sunflower that's already begun to wilt sitting on the top.
Within the box are a few scraggly looking homemade incense that smell a little bit like ginger.
There's a folded up piece of paper. On the back seems to be detailed instructions on how to make incense. On the front:
louis-
hey sorry if this seemed ominious
shiro told me you wanted to know how to make incense maybe so i put how i did it on the back. these kind of suck but they'll get the job done in a pinch.
let me know if you want any help. i work at the florists shop so i can get most of the stuff you might need
-eddie)
[Wow, Eddie sure does deliver- Louis is endlessly grateful. He's sure going to put this to good use and make probably the worst smelling incense known to man, but at least they'll work!]
Hey dude
thanks for the package
you are a literal lifesaver
now i can stave off the creeping horoscope that's gonna be october
yay \o/
remind me to write you an epic song in your honour
it can be as badass as you want it to be
Hey dude
thanks for the package
you are a literal lifesaver
now i can stave off the creeping horoscope that's gonna be october
yay \o/
remind me to write you an epic song in your honour
it can be as badass as you want it to be
(Eddie's just one of those people, all right. Besides he was in the area? Or something.)
it's no problem. i hope they can help at least.
oh jesus you dont have to do all that i really didnt do anything special
& there's definitely nothing bad ass about making incense i dont think
do you actually write music tho
it's no problem. i hope they can help at least.
oh jesus you dont have to do all that i really didnt do anything special
& there's definitely nothing bad ass about making incense i dont think
do you actually write music tho
[You tell yourself that Eddie.]
they sure will
and it is a pretty important gift
i mean shit this is potentially life-saving shit
and i absolutely do write music
gimmie sec
[He's gone for about fifteen minutes, then suddenly it switches to audio and a brief keyboard piece is played- it sounds like it could be the first few bars of an intro to an action movie. Suitably epic, as promised.]
I call it Ode to Eddie.
they sure will
and it is a pretty important gift
i mean shit this is potentially life-saving shit
and i absolutely do write music
gimmie sec
[He's gone for about fifteen minutes, then suddenly it switches to audio and a brief keyboard piece is played- it sounds like it could be the first few bars of an intro to an action movie. Suitably epic, as promised.]
I call it Ode to Eddie.
it could be marginally life saving i guess. you're not wrong.
(Eddie's genuinely not expecting anything here. Maybe a song thrown his way of some shoddily put together lyrics or something at the most.
But then there's a keyboard and Louis is saying that and Eddie is having one of those moments where he's just a little too gay to function. Was a guy seriously about to sing to him? He stares at his Fluid in mute disbelief before it finally catches up to him.)
You really-. It's okay. You don't have to uh-. Sing to me. (He literally doesn't even know what to do with that. The only person who has ever sung to him before had been Richie howling some dumb love songs from the radio at Eddie but that was-. It's different.
Except a part of him really does love music and so he wasn't going to be fighting that hard on this. He wanted to hear if Louis was any good is the thing.)
(Eddie's genuinely not expecting anything here. Maybe a song thrown his way of some shoddily put together lyrics or something at the most.
But then there's a keyboard and Louis is saying that and Eddie is having one of those moments where he's just a little too gay to function. Was a guy seriously about to sing to him? He stares at his Fluid in mute disbelief before it finally catches up to him.)
You really-. It's okay. You don't have to uh-. Sing to me. (He literally doesn't even know what to do with that. The only person who has ever sung to him before had been Richie howling some dumb love songs from the radio at Eddie but that was-. It's different.
Except a part of him really does love music and so he wasn't going to be fighting that hard on this. He wanted to hear if Louis was any good is the thing.)
[A laugh bubble up over the music.]
It's okay, I'm not that great at putting lyrics together, I usually just do the music. It was Minnie who always wrote the actual words.
[Ah, and there's a good stab in the heart. Minnie's gone- gone before she died even, lost to him forever. She won't be writing lyrics ever again. The Delta tore all of that out of her and left her sharp and broken and wrong. He's quiet for a moment, fingers still playing a tune, mostly making it up as he goes.
Which is, naturally, of course, what he does when he sings. He's not actually all that bad a singer, certainly a little rough around the edges, but not half bad. He really did have a promising future in music before the world went down the toilet. Albeit... not for his lyric skills.]
This here's the epic Ode To Eddie
The hero we all need in our times of trouble
Whips together incense to keep the horrors back
The guy you want in your corner, Eddie Kaspbrak
[A pause.]
Shit. Actually, is that even how you pronounce your surname? I've genuinely only ever seen it written down.
It's okay, I'm not that great at putting lyrics together, I usually just do the music. It was Minnie who always wrote the actual words.
[Ah, and there's a good stab in the heart. Minnie's gone- gone before she died even, lost to him forever. She won't be writing lyrics ever again. The Delta tore all of that out of her and left her sharp and broken and wrong. He's quiet for a moment, fingers still playing a tune, mostly making it up as he goes.
Which is, naturally, of course, what he does when he sings. He's not actually all that bad a singer, certainly a little rough around the edges, but not half bad. He really did have a promising future in music before the world went down the toilet. Albeit... not for his lyric skills.]
This here's the epic Ode To Eddie
The hero we all need in our times of trouble
Whips together incense to keep the horrors back
The guy you want in your corner, Eddie Kaspbrak
[A pause.]
Shit. Actually, is that even how you pronounce your surname? I've genuinely only ever seen it written down.
(Cool wow yeah Eddie can't respond right now because he was too busy dying. Possibly literally. Maybe. He was pretty sure that this was what it felt like to have a stroke. He thinks.
It might not be the most clever or poetic of songs, no, but Eddie literally had no clue what to do with some boy he barely knew saying all that stuff about him. His face was just on absolute fire and if you listened closely, you could actually hear his breathy shrilly despair noises.)
That's -- okay. You're like. Being way too considerate. I just-. I'm definitely not someone anyone wants in their corner. I like.
(He's choking here. Oh god. Eddie Kaspbrak accepting compliments just wasn't a thing okay.)
Yeah that's uh- that's how you pronounce it. It's. Polish.
(That totally wasn't the point here.)
Listen I'm good at like three things and the first thing is crying about being scared, second thing is hiding behind someone way more equipped, and the third thing is like...knowing where to go. That's it. So uh- your singing is nice but your lyrics could use some work. For authenticity sake.
It might not be the most clever or poetic of songs, no, but Eddie literally had no clue what to do with some boy he barely knew saying all that stuff about him. His face was just on absolute fire and if you listened closely, you could actually hear his breathy shrilly despair noises.)
That's -- okay. You're like. Being way too considerate. I just-. I'm definitely not someone anyone wants in their corner. I like.
(He's choking here. Oh god. Eddie Kaspbrak accepting compliments just wasn't a thing okay.)
Yeah that's uh- that's how you pronounce it. It's. Polish.
(That totally wasn't the point here.)
Listen I'm good at like three things and the first thing is crying about being scared, second thing is hiding behind someone way more equipped, and the third thing is like...knowing where to go. That's it. So uh- your singing is nice but your lyrics could use some work. For authenticity sake.
[Oh, if only Louis were aware of the gay panic the just put into poor Eddie's heart. He's always been very oblivious when it comes to this sort of thing. Clem flirted with him for weeks and then carved a goddamn heart around their initials and he was still surprised to learn she had a crush on him. Empathetic as he is, he sure has one big blind spot.
As such, he chuckles good-naturedly. Like it ain't nothing. ]
Polish huh? That's pretty cool.
[And he does not believe this for a second, nope.]
Dude, knowing where to go is fucking important. As is helping folks out in the little ways. Like teaching someone how to make incense to keep monsters away. Being someone you want in your corner doesn't necessarily always have to be an utter badass. Sometimes, it's someone who just gives enough of a shit to help other people from getting fucked over.
As such, he chuckles good-naturedly. Like it ain't nothing. ]
Polish huh? That's pretty cool.
[And he does not believe this for a second, nope.]
Dude, knowing where to go is fucking important. As is helping folks out in the little ways. Like teaching someone how to make incense to keep monsters away. Being someone you want in your corner doesn't necessarily always have to be an utter badass. Sometimes, it's someone who just gives enough of a shit to help other people from getting fucked over.
(At the very least it wasn't a full gay panic. It was like a minor gay tremor. A gay tremor enhanced by the part of Eddie's brain that code-red every single thing that had to do with this whole faction of his existence and slammed it aggressively into a "NEVER THINK ABOUT AGAIN" box. That box was bursting at the seams, but it had served him well for the past thirteen, nearing on fourteen, years of his life.)
It's. Super not that cool.
(Eddie sounds a little strangled here. What's happening.
That noise comes again and he just kind of moans his life. He would have never sent incense to this guy if he'd known he was going to be slaughtered by kindness.)
Okay. I-.
(How does anyone ever accept compliments?? Like what is the exact manual on that and where did Eddie buy it? Eddie spent pretty much every waking moment telling himself he could do absolutely nothing so this was kind of hashing on his style, dude.)
Well. Obviously I don't want you getting fucked over. (At last he sounds a little bit more firm. Thank God.) You're nice. There's only like five nice people in this town.
It's. Super not that cool.
(Eddie sounds a little strangled here. What's happening.
That noise comes again and he just kind of moans his life. He would have never sent incense to this guy if he'd known he was going to be slaughtered by kindness.)
Okay. I-.
(How does anyone ever accept compliments?? Like what is the exact manual on that and where did Eddie buy it? Eddie spent pretty much every waking moment telling himself he could do absolutely nothing so this was kind of hashing on his style, dude.)
Well. Obviously I don't want you getting fucked over. (At last he sounds a little bit more firm. Thank God.) You're nice. There's only like five nice people in this town.
[Oh Eddie, Louis would do everything in his earthly power to make you feel more comfortable in your own skin. Not that he feels comfortable in his own, of course, Louis is the god-king of self-loathing. But when it comes to other people? He wants them to feel as good as they possibly can about themselves. Hypocritical, maybe, but true all the same.]
Fair point, Deerington does seem to have an over-abundance of dickheads. Still, the gift is appreciated. I like staying not-dead. And I'd bet a pretty fucking slap-up meal that you'd do the same for plenty of other people here, too. If they needed it.
Fair point, Deerington does seem to have an over-abundance of dickheads. Still, the gift is appreciated. I like staying not-dead. And I'd bet a pretty fucking slap-up meal that you'd do the same for plenty of other people here, too. If they needed it.
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