I had a feeling it might be too cold to be comfortable, here, take this. *after quickly situating himself better on his seat, the dense jacket that protected his form was shed and thrown around Wallace, Talmin’s wondering gaze never leaving his form*
I can’t truly be affected by stimuli like cold or heat, it might slow my body down some but I won’t suffer too much for it. So have my jacket dear, *it was always exciting to talk to people taller than himself, and with the stark white that smothered up any color on Wallace’s skin and hair, he was all the more wondrous to Talmin. The foul mouth and scathing tantrums seemed to be gone, perhaps he could finally get closer now.*
Oh fine, I’ve spent most of my time mulling around and tinkering on my body. Exploring and meeting new people, some little kid even asked me if we could play mad scientist, it was cute.
well how about you? what wild dreams have you been chasing?
That’s…. alright then…
I’m afraid I can’t really say I’ve done anything nearly as ahm… interesting. Or anything much at all, really. Just living life I suppose.
I’d say the most eventful thing I’ve done is going back to England for a short period of time in October, but it was the furthest from a ‘welcome home’ sort of visit I think I’ve ever experienced. A, uh… a funeral actually. It was horrible.
As I said, it’s not as interesting as “tinkering” with your body. *Which was actually a terrifying concept to him; did Talmin actually dissect himself or something??????
Hopefully not.*
… *Ahem* Thank you… for the coat, I mean. It really helps.
Come now, I’m sure you’re always doing something interesting, just perhaps not to you. Life is a pretty interesting thing you know.
*The word surprises him, an emotion not usually seen on Talmin’s face, and it disappears just as fast as it comes. Leaving him excited* England? I didn’t realize, oh but I should have honestly! Oh..! A funeral? I’m sorry, who was it that died dear sweet Wallace?
It’s still plenty interesting, don’t diminish the deaths of others, unless it’s me because usually it means nothing. oh, that tone, this body is mechanical my dear, I can open it from multiple ports all over the body. I feel though if i show you, you might faint or something eeheheh.
*the comment makes him smile brightly, almost like a child* Does it? Excellent! I designed it with an attempt to make it weather resistant, I’m not really the best judge of that however.
….. I would never ‘diminish’ anyone’s death. People dying isn’t something to be fascinated by, so no, it’s not interesting.
*His expression immediately softened after realizing how aggressive he sounded.*
… Sorry I… I didn’t mean to sound like that.
*Ahem* But uhm, if you really wanted to know, it was my mum and dad. They, uh, they were killed in a motor accident… two others died… I don’t remember who.
*Wallace really hadn’t wanted to answer that question, but there wasn’t any reason to hide it. Secrecy never solved anything, though he hadn’t really talked about it with anyone before… except the week afterward, but that was it; frankly he really hoped he’d be able to keep his shit together. He didn’t feel like humiliating himself right now.*
Have you ever regretted a decision you made so much that you think about it all the time and you imagine all of the different ways the situation could have turned out if you didn’t mess up so bad
(Source: dickochet)
*It was cold, perhaps too early for anyone else, but Talmin enjoyed it, the way it laid on his skin and forced it to goosebumps. He loved the human reaction to stimulus’s, like cold. He tugs a little on his scarf and sits down on a nearby bench, looking like any other man simply waiting for the bus.
If he got on or not it really wasn’t up to him. Perhaps something interesting would happen to keep him here, in a way Tal doubted it. Either way he yawns, closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the occasional car rumbling by. Or person skittering around. It was nice, though it could use some company.*
*Of course, the one day he decided to take a walk in the early morning it’s practically winter. He couldn’t see his breath at least; that was sort of a plus. The idea seemed stupid now, but then again he was operating on three, maybe four hours of good, solid sleep (the rest had been spent laying in bed in frustration at his failed attempts to sleep), so what was to be expected really?
… He needed to find a bus station. He couldn’t take much more of the cold.*
… Maybe that’s it. Hopefully a damned bus will be here soon.
*It seemed he wasn’t the only one waiting for a ride, but it wasn’t until he got closer to the station bench itself that the individual became eerily familiar- well, maybe not eerily, but certainly recognizable. What was his name… something like-*
Talmin?
*For a while he knew someone was coming, the soft breathing and the footsteps were picked up by the sensitive devices that made up his earrings. But the fact that this man knew his name, it was quizzical and certainly, interesting,Talmin opens his eyes and is surprised to see a familiar face, faces weren’t easily forgotten in his memory banks. So he perks, sitting up straight with a small curved grin budding on his lips*
Wallace! It’s quite the pleasure to be seeing you this early in the morning my dear man. Do sit, and tell me what you’re doing here hmm?
*The conversations, though brief, buzzed dully in the back of the porygon’s mind. He was much more intrigued now why this hypnotically tall albino wonder was wandering around at a time most people chose not to. then he asks randomly* are you cold?
… Yes. I am.
I don’t know, I thought it would be good to get a walk going so I could wake up a little more since I haven’t really had much sleep at all within the past week or so.
What a stupid idea… I should have known it would be so bloody freezing.
*Wallace remember the last time they’d spoken with each other, he was still trying to act tough- no, it was more like… amplifying his anger as a way a release. Yes, that was the way to word it. He’d long since stopped doing that, since it only made Wallace hate himself more, which was effectively the opposite of what such means of release were intended to do.
Regardless, he seized the offer to sit, nothing short of relieved that Talmin didn’t hold anything against him, not that he seemed the type to do that anyway.*
………………. So how have you been…?
I had a feeling it might be too cold to be comfortable, here, take this. *after quickly situating himself better on his seat, the dense jacket that protected his form was shed and thrown around Wallace, Talmin’s wondering gaze never leaving his form*
I can’t truly be affected by stimuli like cold or heat, it might slow my body down some but I won’t suffer too much for it. So have my jacket dear, *it was always exciting to talk to people taller than himself, and with the stark white that smothered up any color on Wallace’s skin and hair, he was all the more wondrous to Talmin. The foul mouth and scathing tantrums seemed to be gone, perhaps he could finally get closer now.*
Oh fine, I’ve spent most of my time mulling around and tinkering on my body. Exploring and meeting new people, some little kid even asked me if we could play mad scientist, it was cute.
well how about you? what wild dreams have you been chasing?
That’s…. alright then…
I’m afraid I can’t really say I’ve done anything nearly as ahm… interesting. Or anything much at all, really. Just living life I suppose.
I’d say the most eventful thing I’ve done is going back to England for a short period of time in October, but it was the furthest from a ‘welcome home’ sort of visit I think I’ve ever experienced. A, uh… a funeral actually. It was horrible.
As I said, it’s not as interesting as “tinkering” with your body. *Which was actually a terrifying concept to him; did Talmin actually dissect himself or something??????
Hopefully not.*
… *Ahem* Thank you… for the coat, I mean. It really helps.
*It was cold, perhaps too early for anyone else, but Talmin enjoyed it, the way it laid on his skin and forced it to goosebumps. He loved the human reaction to stimulus’s, like cold. He tugs a little on his scarf and sits down on a nearby bench, looking like any other man simply waiting for the bus.
If he got on or not it really wasn’t up to him. Perhaps something interesting would happen to keep him here, in a way Tal doubted it. Either way he yawns, closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the occasional car rumbling by. Or person skittering around. It was nice, though it could use some company.*
*Of course, the one day he decided to take a walk in the early morning it’s practically winter. He couldn’t see his breath at least; that was sort of a plus. The idea seemed stupid now, but then again he was operating on three, maybe four hours of good, solid sleep (the rest had been spent laying in bed in frustration at his failed attempts to sleep), so what was to be expected really?
… He needed to find a bus station. He couldn’t take much more of the cold.*
… Maybe that’s it. Hopefully a damned bus will be here soon.
*It seemed he wasn’t the only one waiting for a ride, but it wasn’t until he got closer to the station bench itself that the individual became eerily familiar- well, maybe not eerily, but certainly recognizable. What was his name… something like-*
Talmin?
*For a while he knew someone was coming, the soft breathing and the footsteps were picked up by the sensitive devices that made up his earrings. But the fact that this man knew his name, it was quizzical and certainly, interesting,Talmin opens his eyes and is surprised to see a familiar face, faces weren’t easily forgotten in his memory banks. So he perks, sitting up straight with a small curved grin budding on his lips*
Wallace! It’s quite the pleasure to be seeing you this early in the morning my dear man. Do sit, and tell me what you’re doing here hmm?
*The conversations, though brief, buzzed dully in the back of the porygon’s mind. He was much more intrigued now why this hypnotically tall albino wonder was wandering around at a time most people chose not to. then he asks randomly* are you cold?
… Yes. I am.
I don’t know, I thought it would be good to get a walk going so I could wake up a little more since I haven’t really had much sleep at all within the past week or so.
What a stupid idea… I should have known it would be so bloody freezing.
*Wallace remember the last time they’d spoken with each other, he was still trying to act tough- no, it was more like… amplifying his anger as a way a release. Yes, that was the way to word it. He’d long since stopped doing that, since it only made Wallace hate himself more, which was effectively the opposite of what such means of release were intended to do.
Regardless, he seized the offer to sit, nothing short of relieved that Talmin didn’t hold anything against him, not that he seemed the type to do that anyway.*
………………. So how have you been…?
*It was cold, perhaps too early for anyone else, but Talmin enjoyed it, the way it laid on his skin and forced it to goosebumps. He loved the human reaction to stimulus’s, like cold. He tugs a little on his scarf and sits down on a nearby bench, looking like any other man simply waiting for the bus.
If he got on or not it really wasn’t up to him. Perhaps something interesting would happen to keep him here, in a way Tal doubted it. Either way he yawns, closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the occasional car rumbling by. Or person skittering around. It was nice, though it could use some company.*
*Of course, the one day he decided to take a walk in the early morning it’s practically winter. He couldn’t see his breath at least; that was sort of a plus. The idea seemed stupid now, but then again he was operating on three, maybe four hours of good, solid sleep (the rest had been spent laying in bed in frustration at his failed attempts to sleep), so what was to be expected really?
… He needed to find a bus station. He couldn’t take much more of the cold.*
… Maybe that’s it. Hopefully a bloody bus will be here soon.
*It seemed he wasn’t the only one waiting for a ride, but it wasn’t until he got closer to the station bench itself that the individual became eerily familiar- well, maybe not eerily, but certainly recognizable. What was his name… something like-*
Talmin?
You’re so tall, I bet you could catch me! But I won’t try don’t worry, I promised my auntie I wouldn’t take my ankle bracelets off uwu*
*Ruby clasps her hands behind her, tilting back and asking him innocently* hey mister why is your hair white? It looks so pretty like snow, and your eyes are really pink and red!! I didn’t think eyes could be like that it’s so cool!
*He’d admit, he did have a soft spot for children, but this was all so endearing, he couldn’t help but smile. Unfortunately, Wallace still remembered all of the bullshit albino research he had to do for biology project he did years ago, but he wouldn’t bombard her with such useless information, so he decided to kneel down to (a little below) her level and attempt to explain it in less boring terms*
Uh, well… it’s actually because I have a thing called “albinism.” It’s a really unusual thing and that’s why I have white hair and red eyes; it’s pretty top, but I get sunburned really easily and have to wear glasses all the time or I wouldn’t be able to see. It’s sort of annoying at times, but it’s not awful.
*A rather long explanation, but he wasn’t exactly the best at abridging these sorts of things*
You should live in some place full of umbrellas then, shade and kinda dark so you don’t have to strain your eyes so much! *she looks so proud, like she just solved world hunger or some shit. Then she takes his hand with both of hers, since they’re pretty small, and begins to bounce.*
Can I call you big brother? Do you think we could go get some ice cream maybe? I have money for it!! it’s my treat!!
*He’d almost melted at the ‘big brother’ comment. It was a feeling Wallace had almost never felt unless it were a kitten or something of the sort.* …. Sure. Why not? I’ll have to decline that ice cream however; I want you to save that money for something that doesn’t involve spending it on me. It was very kind of you to offer though; thank you.
Hi! hello!! *the small girl bounces as high as she can, her ears wiggling around excitedly*
My name is Ruby!!! It’s so exciting to have visitors waaaah!!
Uh…. Hello, Ruby.
I can’t say I meet children very often but uhm…. hi? *He’d already said that. How did people talk to kids again? If there were some sort of method, he certainly didn’t remember it.*
Holy smokes, you’re so super tall mister!! *She looks up at him adoringly, like he’s…god, or the iron giant. The big white iron giant*
I could float up to you if I wasn’t afraid I’d blow away, hehe!!
Aha… so you could, could you? Well I certainly wouldn’t want you to blow away. It’d be rather difficult to get you back down, I’d imagine.
*Wow, he couldn’t remember the last time a child- or anyone had stared at him like that. It was slightly embarrassing, but at the same time… it felt really nice. Nobody ever really looked up to him (not that he blamed them)*
You’re so tall, I bet you could catch me! But I won’t try don’t worry, I promised my auntie I wouldn’t take my ankle bracelets off uwu*
*Ruby clasps her hands behind her, tilting back and asking him innocently* hey mister why is your hair white? It looks so pretty like snow, and your eyes are really pink and red!! I didn’t think eyes could be like that it’s so cool!
*He’d admit, he did have a soft spot for children, but this was all so endearing, he couldn’t help but smile. Unfortunately, Wallace still remembered all of the bullshit albino research he had to do for biology project he did years ago, but he wouldn’t bombard her with such useless information, so he decided to kneel down to (a little below) her level and attempt to explain it in less boring terms*
Uh, well… it’s actually because I have a thing called “albinism.” It’s a really unusual thing and that’s why I have white hair and red eyes; it’s pretty top, but I get sunburned really easily and have to wear glasses all the time or I wouldn’t be able to see. It’s sort of annoying at times, but it’s not awful.
*A rather long explanation, but he wasn’t exactly the best at abridging these sorts of things*
Hi! hello!! *the small girl bounces as high as she can, her ears wiggling around excitedly*
My name is Ruby!!! It’s so exciting to have visitors waaaah!!
Uh…. Hello, Ruby.
I can’t say I meet children very often but uhm…. hi? *He’d already said that. How did people talk to kids again? If there were some sort of method, he certainly didn’t remember it.*
Holy smokes, you’re so super tall mister!! *She looks up at him adoringly, like he’s…god, or the iron giant. The big white iron giant*
I could float up to you if I wasn’t afraid I’d blow away, hehe!!
Aha… so you could, could you? Well I certainly wouldn’t want you to blow away. It’d be rather difficult to get you back down, I’d imagine.
*Wow, he couldn’t remember the last time a child- or anyone had stared at him like that. It was slightly embarrassing, but at the same time… it felt really nice. Nobody ever really looked up to him (not that he blamed them)*
Hi! hello!! *the small girl bounces as high as she can, her ears wiggling around excitedly*
My name is Ruby!!! It’s so exciting to have visitors waaaah!!
Uh…. Hello, Ruby.
I can’t say I meet children very often but uhm…. hi? *He’d already said that. How did people talk to kids again? If there were some sort of method, he certainly didn’t remember it.*
almostgaveafuck: Ahm… hello, Chai. I’ve got… a little bit of a problem. I-it’s not HUGE or… anything… but uh… it’s… sort of affected my sleeping pattern. I don’t get much sleep as it is so I just… Yeah. Do you know of any really good people or whatever who can take care of a tiny, uh, infestation???
Dang, something’s messing with your sleep again…? I’m going to have to suggest you start drinking some tea before you go to sleep, Wally. -Taking her chin into her hand, she nods a bit.-
Yes, actually! I know a few good ones. What’s the infestation, though? You’re gonna have to be specific so I know how to help you out better.
Th- it’s uh…. the egg…
*Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a number of blurry pictures of the hundreds of joltik that had currently inhabited his room. Looking at them threatened to throw him into a minor panic attack, but he’d already had his go at that earlier.*
I even took a few pictures but I find it to be rather difficult to capture a decent image when every fiber of my being is telling me to get the hell out of there.
Hmm? Oh, it hatch- …-As he showed her the pictures, she carefully took them and studied over them. One or two joltik were cute alone but…- urgh.
WELL… aha, you are indeed a brave man. -Chai couldn’t resist the shiver that came from the chill running down her spine. Eyebrows relaxing, she smiles sadly up at Wallace.-
I’m sorry.. if I hadn’t tried to warm up the egg that one time..this wouldn’t have happened.
No… not I’m really not. Don’t blame yourself either. I mean it.
I don’t know, maybe if I’d have just… put it somewhere or… or something, maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess.
*It wasn’t as though he could do anything about it now though. The fact was that he had to take care of them. Get rid of them or something, he just didn’t know how yet…* And about the sleep deprivation… that shouldn’t really come off as a shock to you either. I always have problems sleeping, it’s just that I’ve been getting even less sleep than usual for the past week. I really don’t know why I’ve waited this long to tell someone. I really don’t… Just- *He drew in a sharp breath. His eyes stung too. Damn it. It wasn’t very surprising though, Wallace had been known to tear up whenever he’d reached a certain level of frustration with himself… or just in general. He was stressed… about everything, but he needed to stay as rational as possible right now. Yes.*
almostgaveafuck: Ahm… hello, Chai. I’ve got… a little bit of a problem. I-it’s not HUGE or… anything… but uh… it’s… sort of affected my sleeping pattern. I don’t get much sleep as it is so I just… Yeah. Do you know of any really good people or whatever who can take care of a tiny, uh, infestation???
Dang, something’s messing with your sleep again…? I’m going to have to suggest you start drinking some tea before you go to sleep, Wally. -Taking her chin into her hand, she nods a bit.-
Yes, actually! I know a few good ones. What’s the infestation, though? You’re gonna have to be specific so I know how to help you out better.
Th- it’s uh…. the egg…
*Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a number of blurry pictures of the hundreds of joltik that had currently inhabited his room. Looking at them threatened to throw him into a minor panic attack, but he’d already had his go at that earlier.*
I even took a few pictures but I find it to be rather difficult to capture a decent image when every fiber of my being is telling me to get the hell out of there.
((So uh… yeah… I figured I should do a headcanon or something since I haven’t done one in while.
Wallace’s voice sounds like Gavin. Stuff yeah man just… wow. Micheal and Gavin both have such great voices. <3))
