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From:

h2no

[archie picks up his comm to call martin. puts it back down. comes back two hours later and calls him, not letting himself hang up.]

Hey, Martin. Sorry about the delay-- are you okay to do some letter stuff tonight?

From:

darkov

Archie-?

[wow what, he thought he forgot about him. huh.]

Uh. I...I don't know. I'd have to ask Rex if I'm to go anywhere, but he's asleep...

From:

h2no

[HAHA NEVER]

I can come to you, if that's alright? We can sit in the kitchen and it'll be fine. I'm not bringin' fireworks or anything.

From:

darkov

Oh. [hm.] I...I guess that would be fine. Yes.

From:

h2no

S'long as you're okay with it. I can just drop this stuff off then leave, if you'd prefer.

[he starts gathering the crap he's been slowly buying over the course of the last couple weeks. frowns at the small amount of dust that gathered over some of the books, when he couldn't bear to even look at them after the double marty experience. part of him wonders if he can even face the poor kid.

the overwhelming part of him that thinks his own problems don't matter disagrees.]

--Well, anyway, gimme an hour. You're up, right?

From:

darkov

Yes... [a beat.] I'll wait downstairs. [that's probably the smart thing to do, yeah. the room is smaller is and safer, but they'd be too noisy for the folks sleeping on human schedules (speaking of which, does...Archie...keep...a human schedule?).

so he does as he says, sitting in the dark not unlike a parent waiting for their past-curfew child to sneak in. it's not just easier on the eyes, but it makes spotting moving shapes outside easier. he may be expecting company, but it's not going to stop his heart from stopping each time he sees movement out there, reminding him of his nightmare encounter with the faceless Woden.

he should've...counted the hour to have a better idea of when to start worry, as opposed to just worrying as a default. woops. too late now.

he's at least swift in opening the door, faster than a knock or a press of a buzzer; after all, he did just watch Archie prance like a ballerina on his tiptoes up from the living room window, eyes glinting like a raccoon's from street light glare.]

You're here... [he sounds a bit unbelieving of it, somehow.]

Edited Date: 2018-04-23 11:41 pm (UTC)

From:

h2no

[for a split second, his expression is unreadably tense. honestly, a big part of why he did this was out of anxiety that martin somehow... isn't okay, after what happened. does he even know? archie can't sleep, because he doesn't know how the fight that happened because of him ended. it's not something he wants to burden martin with, though, knowing that it was all personal stuff for the poor guy. he won't drag it out.

what he does drag out, however, immediately, is another donut. enjoy it, trash raccoon.]

Hey, Mart, [he greets, finding it far too easy to smile and act natural, like what happened didn't.] You doin' okay?

From:

darkov

[the offering takes Martin by surprise, giving him pause. is...this what he wanted to come over and bring? again? is this typical?

he blinks, silent a beat longer before taking it off Archie's hands, fumbling with words.]

Um. Tha-thank you. Hello, I mean. Sorry. I, uh, [he steps away to let the man in, wanting to close the door on the damp, night air, lest anyone else come barging through.] I...I didn't go anywhere, so. So nothing bad happened. It's fine.

[he lingers at the door for a moment before he thinks to hasten over to a free-standing lamp and turn it on for his guest, himself squinting and turning away from it in the same movement. that's when his memory pings him:]

Wait... [head tilt.] How come you brought food? I thought it was learning letters...

From:

h2no

[he takes a few steps in, moving out the way for martin to close the door, talking quietly. as much as rex is expecting him at some stupid time, archie figures the guy probably wouldn't appreciate being woken up because they were talking too loudly.]

That's good, it was smart of you to stay safe here. [knowing where the kitchen is, archie starts off towards it, gesturing for martin to follow.] I have more than just that. [he raises a shoulder lightly, drawing attention to the backpack slung over his shoulder.] You just seemed like you liked it last time, is all. Thought you might want another.

[where did he get one at this time? let's just say some businesses are starting to realise the nocturnal nature of some imports and still provide basic services quite late. at the kitchen, he feels around on the wall for the light switch, putting the bag carefully on the table, still wary of any noises. he's let himself get used to living alone and doing whatever whenever... being responsible is annoying.]

From:

darkov

[smart, huh. it seems to vary depending on who Martin talks to, but he’s much more inclined to believe Archie — hiding is the path of least resistance after all.

after one last glance out the front window, he heads into the kitchen, sliding into a chair while Archie unloads stuff. he puts his newly gotten donut down beside him.]

That was kind of you...

From:

h2no

Pssh. It ain't nothin'. I get free donuts and coffee from some places now... benefits of being sorta-famous.

[he gets a plate out for marty, then puts a kettle on the stove, just using the kitchen like he owns the place. strolling back over, archie pulls some books out his backpack; they're large books meant for kids, but he figured starting small would be easier and most adult books assume you know a language already.]

Uh... sorry if some of these seem condescending. I didn't mean them to be, language learnin' here is just... weird. [he takes out a pad of blank paper and some pens, too.] You can eat first. Don't worry. Want a drink?

From:

darkov

[he shakes his head, eyes on the books. everything in this world sure is big and colorful...]

No, thank you. I’m not thirsty. [but once that donut gets consumed, he’ll be singing a different tune.]

Are all books like this? [he picks at the soft cover of one, retracting his hand when he realizes he’s being nosy.] I mean— soft like that. Without hide covers.

From:

h2no

Alright.

[he makes his own coffee then plops down at the table, sitting next to martin.]

There's a variety of 'em. You can find books with hide covers, but they're pretty expensive, most of them. Most of the time they're soft like this, or hard but made of the same material.

[he nudges the book towards martin.] You can have a look in it if you want. You can keep 'em, I got them for you.

From:

darkov

Really-? [he looks up, eyes big. really?] I’m...I’m keeping them? Do I...do you have to do anything special to take care of them? Put them underground?

From:

h2no

[if this was literally anyone else, he'd think they were taking the piss. it's martin, though, so he realises that he's probably being genuine.]

No, nothing at all. Just don't get it wet, or the pages will fall apart. Other than that... that's all there is to it.

[he shrugs.]

An' I mean, even if something does happen to them, I can just replace them. There's literally a never-ending supply of them.

From:

darkov

[with permission, Martin slides one of the books toward himself, opening it up to a random page. childish, sure, but Martin has limited exposure to colorful illustrations — even less, considering how little he’s let himself pay attention to much outside of the house. it’s weirdly exciting...and nerve wracking? like he’s touching something he’s not allowed to.]

...At the compound, there’s a cellar all the books and papers are. E-except whatever the overseer has in his room, I guess. But they’re all down there...the pages aren’t this soft. Or...or the letters big like this.

From:

h2no

[he watches this, feeling the same way he usually does with martin; unsure.]

They're probably made differently... books do usually have places to be, like libraries. It sounds like that's a mini-library, so you weren't wrong about thinking it goes underground.

[archie cocks his head, taking a big gulp of coffee.]

The letters are big to help you see it properly and concentrate on that specific letter. Maybe I'm starting you off too basic, but I figured that havin' something with all the letters in it and examples on the page might help for when you're practicing on your own. The other stuff I brought focuses more on entire words, so you can move around 'em as you see fit. I'm sure you'll learn fast, anyway.

From:

darkov

[he makes a soft, distracted sound. read and listen? at the same time? not in this Darkov’s repertoire. he glides his fingers across the pages, still impressed by the texture, but more interested in the pictures. corresponding shapes and pictures of animals relating to the letters — letters he can trace with a finger, pictures to stare at and wonder.]

What is this-? All... [alligator. but it looks like a monster in green.]

From:

h2no

Alligator, [he clarifies, leaning over to look over.] It's a type of reptile that lives in rivers. They're pretty dangerous, but there's none around here. Not in the cities.

[he kind of doesn't expect marty to be in a position where he's near one any time soon, at least. though that fucking spear he can summon would help...

archie mentally shakes himself, knowing he's getting distracted.]

You can split words up into separate parts called syllables to make them easier to spell and say. [he points to the word as he says it.] All-i-ga-tor.

From:

darkov

[Martin’s own finger follows along with Archie’s enunciation, but drifts back to the ga.

he frowns.]

But...I thought that was ah, not eh...it’s—it’s written with ah. Allee-gah... [he withdraws his hand, his face going red. it’s humiliating to not know — showing off his stupidity.]

From:

h2no

[archie pats his shoulder lightly for a moment.]

See that? You're not wrong. It's good you noticed that, actually. Sometimes things aren't always spelled how they sound. I ain't gonna start you on all that yet-- I think it'd be best not to overwhelm you. Just focus on how the A at the start of the word looks, yeah?

[he leans over to grab a notepad and pen, holding them out to martin.]

Think you could copy it a few times? Just get used to writing it.

From:

darkov

[Martin mumbles a sound, somewhat mollified that at least he wasn't wrong to think what he did. but the prospect of things not always sounding the way they're written is...well. not great. he's sure Adam complained of it before, but Martin never really understood it.

he doesn't question changing gears and accepts pen and paper, smoothing the surface out before starting to scrawl letters. he does this in a dedicated silence, as much to not screw up as it is to not be lazy and waste everyone's time.

still, though... the longer this goes on, the more his attention wavers and questions nag at him, up until he's finished a second row and stopped, staring at the book with a frown.]

...Are those really real things? [he sounds a little incredulous.] The pictures. Not--not the apples, I know those. I mean those animals.

From:

h2no

[archie watches him write, not interrupting the silence, figuring marin prefers it or needs it to concentrate. he sips his coffee idly, watching the paper fill up.]

You can stop there-- uh. Yeah. [he says with a shrug.] They tend to live in swampy areas and even then are pretty rare. Have you seen them before?

From:

darkov

...

[Martin thinks about it for a minute, then pulls the page he was writing on out. he sets it over top the book, pressing it until he can faintly see the illustration below. from there, he starts to trace the shape. when he has the gist of it down, he stops again, thinking.]

Except...like this... [he drags the pen down, making the legs longer.] And the face like... [he scratches out lines jutting out of the alligator jaws in all different ways. and after another pause, he scribbles out some of the feet he'd elongated on the back.] These are shorter. And that's not there... [he crosses out the tail, too.

he lifts his pen, sitting up and considering it for a second more.]

Uh. Sometimes there's...another face. But not always.

From:

h2no

[he watches the image of this... thing come together with interest. it's not a great drawing, but he gets the general gist of it. fortunately, crazy looking animals aren't exactly foreign to archie, nor are two-headed ones.]

Are they common? [...he hopes not.]