Tyler Tian Huang | 黄泰勒田 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
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[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]
"Okay," Steven said. "Let's try with, hm, 'The Wailmer is very bouncy.'"
The little bird stares at Steven, then turns her sharp eyes to the ground. There's the impression that, if she could, she'd be frowning in concentration.
After about thirty seconds of that, and an increasingly confused Tyler, he texts Steven. She just sent me a picture of a fat Wailmer.
After about thirty seconds of that, and an increasingly confused Tyler, he texts Steven. She just sent me a picture of a fat Wailmer.
Interesting. He'll just. File the inference he gets off that away in his mind.
Nope. Just as well, I suppose.
You good for company or should I stay away for now?
Nope. Just as well, I suppose.
You good for company or should I stay away for now?
"Good girl," he tells Isis.
Was he bouncy? Steven asks. I'm trying to see if she can. Well. Translate things that people say for you. Since just getting the sounds in your head seemed to bug you.
Was he bouncy? Steven asks. I'm trying to see if she can. Well. Translate things that people say for you. Since just getting the sounds in your head seemed to bug you.
I'm not wearing pants, but sure.
He's actually getting out of bed as Steven enters the room - Isis cracks open an eye at the intrusion, but just ruffles her feathers and settles back down on her pillow - and is moving to grab some pants off the floor. He's wearing boxers, at least, he just doesn't seem to give a shit when Steven walks in.
He's actually getting out of bed as Steven enters the room - Isis cracks open an eye at the intrusion, but just ruffles her feathers and settles back down on her pillow - and is moving to grab some pants off the floor. He's wearing boxers, at least, he just doesn't seem to give a shit when Steven walks in.
He's a little bit upset that Steven noticed that so readily, but he can't be surprised he wasn't subtle about it. It's not every day he hears voices in his head, and they've never been good before.
It was just a stationary Wailmer. I would like to stress it was extremely fat, even for a Wailer. Maybe she misinterpreted.
It was just a stationary Wailmer. I would like to stress it was extremely fat, even for a Wailer. Maybe she misinterpreted.
Steven's only in pajama pants and a half-open bathrobe. It's fine.
He'll just. Sit down on a chair by the guest room window.
Jack's making us breakfast, he types. He always cooks after a heist, even when he doesn't come along.
He'll just. Sit down on a chair by the guest room window.
Jack's making us breakfast, he types. He always cooks after a heist, even when he doesn't come along.
I mean, I suppose doing it this way does mean she's putting a sort of... bird filter on the information she's giving you. But it could work?
"Try this," he tells Isis. "'The ball is red and white.'"
"Try this," he tells Isis. "'The ball is red and white.'"
Tyler spares him a glance, appraising the sight; and then continues to ignore it. Not his type.
He does type one-handed as he picks up his pants, though, and his text speed is still impressive. Sounds good, I guess? It's weird that he's our boss and making us breakfast, don't you think?
He does type one-handed as he picks up his pants, though, and his text speed is still impressive. Sounds good, I guess? It's weird that he's our boss and making us breakfast, don't you think?
Isis blinks.
Tyler texts Steven: A red and white ball?
Tyler texts Steven: A red and white ball?
"Good girl," Steven says. "He got that one too."
Yep. That's what I was going for.
"Hmmm. Something more complex. 'I steal pokemon?'"
Yep. That's what I was going for.
"Hmmm. Something more complex. 'I steal pokemon?'"
The borb preens a little at the compliment, but goes back to staring at Steven shortly after.
It takes a full minute for Tyler to reply, She's not sent me anything.
It takes a full minute for Tyler to reply, She's not sent me anything.
I mean, it's just Jack's style of crimeboss, I guess. I suspect he's different with the people who work for him at his company. But they're more straight-up employees and we're more... junior partners in crime? A weird little transplant crime family?
He shrugs before adding, I mean, he gets kind of semi-paternal with the others and might with you. Not me, of course, but I'm the only one he's not old enough to be the father of, unless he was a teen dad.
He shrugs before adding, I mean, he gets kind of semi-paternal with the others and might with you. Not me, of course, but I'm the only one he's not old enough to be the father of, unless he was a teen dad.
Damn. Well, *some* things bird filter will work for, at least. The concrete stuff. Abstract might be more of a problem.
Do you think if you practiced more with listening to the sounds they would get easier for you to deal with? Exposure therapy?
Do you think if you practiced more with listening to the sounds they would get easier for you to deal with? Exposure therapy?
Edited 2020-03-11 11:56 (UTC)
He tosses his phone on the bed while he's pulling his pants on, and picks up again when he's done. And shrugs when he's done reading he shrugs as well. I guess. Not the weirdest thing I'll have to get used to, I suppose, but this definitely has 'American college kid prank' written on it more than actual criminal bullshit, you know?
He tries not to make a face, but the idea is immediately unappealing, and he rubs his face with one hand to mask his expression a little. I suppose so. It'll just be hard. I don't like hearing voices, apparently.
Yeah. I noticed. But aside from texting as much as possible and captioning our voice and video posts, I'm not sure what else to do.
Sorry I've been so useless about this.
Sorry I've been so useless about this.
God, I *know*, Steven types, with resignation in his shoulders. I do. But the three of us aren't-- we're not strong enough to pull off something real like robbing a bank yet. This was probably... more of a practice heist than anything else.
I mean, that's still more than I'm used to getting back home outside of my friends. So I do appreciate it.
Isis chirps, and the movement of her flapping her wings catches Tyler's attention. He walks past Steven and picks her up to put on his shoulder again, and she nuzzles his cheek enthusiastically. I'll give it a go, but you know. I don't know how well it might work.
Isis chirps, and the movement of her flapping her wings catches Tyler's attention. He walks past Steven and picks her up to put on his shoulder again, and she nuzzles his cheek enthusiastically. I'll give it a go, but you know. I don't know how well it might work.
Well, that's an interesting reaction.
That wasn't a complaint. I haven't done anything actually fun and stupid like that in years. It was kind of thrilling.
That wasn't a complaint. I haven't done anything actually fun and stupid like that in years. It was kind of thrilling.
After the other day, I owed it to you. But really, this is what I should have done from the start.
He smiles a little as he sees Isis cuddling up to Tyler. He's glad they're getting along.
He smiles a little as he sees Isis cuddling up to Tyler. He's glad they're getting along.
Right, Steven texts back, awkwardly. Yeah, sorry, I just-- I'm used to that *being* a complaint, I guess. That for such a big, bad gang that's supposed to be terrorizing everyone, Team Rocket just... pulls a lot of petty shit. Which, you know, they do.
He relaxes a little bit into the chair.
But good. Good. I really *am* glad you had fun. *I* had fun. And you surprised the hell out of me by cold-cocking the other security guy just like that--not in a bad way, though.
He relaxes a little bit into the chair.
But good. Good. I really *am* glad you had fun. *I* had fun. And you surprised the hell out of me by cold-cocking the other security guy just like that--not in a bad way, though.
He's lifting a hand to gently rub her feathers too; the way his fingers gently dig in, and how her eyes unfocus and her crest shimmies, suggest he's gotten very good at finding her sweet spot. He keeps doing it as he texts as well.
You're putting in the effort now, that's not unappreciated.
Do you mind if I keep the deck? It'll be good practice.
You're putting in the effort now, that's not unappreciated.
Do you mind if I keep the deck? It'll be good practice.
Not at all, Steven replies immediately. If I need to get another for Acatl, I know where to find them. Oh, right, Acatl's the Natu I mugged from that asshole the other day. I got him and a magic key ring thing.
That gets a pleased little grin. Thanks. I wish I could say it was my first time, but I took some boxing classes when I was in secondary school. Never had to knock someone out before, but I'm not weak.
After he sends that, he flexes for Steven; there's no definition, but there's an obvious solidity to his weight. Before he relaxes and continues.
Easier to take down than a Fetch, anyway.
After he sends that, he flexes for Steven; there's no definition, but there's an obvious solidity to his weight. Before he relaxes and continues.
Easier to take down than a Fetch, anyway.
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