[ Itβs been a thrill to know the musicians as he has. To have known them some before the revolution and to be so close after. Their world was never something heβd be part of but something he was honored to find himself in now. To see how positively theyβve effected the world with their music is inspiring, and Simon is more than happy to help when needed. ]
Youβre welcome, [ The smile grows with the cheer on his voice.
Still, as comfortable as heβs become with #2 thereβs a jolt that rushes the blond when his hand is takenβa natural response, trying to link them. The lack of any feed through it leaves something of a hollowness in his receptors, but heβs not disappointed; he knows their interfaces donβt work the same way in this. The touch is comforting regardless. ]
Please, [ Simon shakes his head and squeezes #2βs hand as he takes a seat across from the other. ] I understand. [ Blinking, he refocuses his sight on the helmetβa different one than before. It still looked stunning, simply... less energetic. ] You donβt have to worry, [ Comes the sudden but gentle reassurance. ] Youβll be singing again soon.
[ Despite being the more reserved one, he does sing more than the audience probably knows. With how they can alter their vocals, they're often asked who does the singing in this or that song. (It doesn't matter, not to them.)
A red circle with a slash blinks on his screen as he shakes his head, indicating that the singing isn't an issue. At least, not right now.
He waves his free hand to indicate that it's something else, while giving Simon's a squeeze. He already trusts the other on fixing the present issue. #2's issue has to with the past - something that cannot simply be fixed like an unplugged modular synthesizer or damaged voice box, even. He hesitates on what to convey next. He could have just nodded and let it go, but the fact that he didn't means he ought to talk about it. Of all times for him to lose his voice...
Even if he already regained his vocals, he can't find the words. The facts are simple. He just needs to describe what happened. Why is it so difficult?
With his free hand, he taps the side of his helmet.]
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d0mestically) wrote2020-05-03 06:40 pm
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Youβre welcome, [ The smile grows with the cheer on his voice.
Still, as comfortable as heβs become with #2 thereβs a jolt that rushes the blond when his hand is takenβa natural response, trying to link them. The lack of any feed through it leaves something of a hollowness in his receptors, but heβs not disappointed; he knows their interfaces donβt work the same way in this. The touch is comforting regardless. ]
Please, [ Simon shakes his head and squeezes #2βs hand as he takes a seat across from the other. ] I understand. [ Blinking, he refocuses his sight on the helmetβa different one than before. It still looked stunning, simply... less energetic. ] You donβt have to worry, [ Comes the sudden but gentle reassurance. ] Youβll be singing again soon.
/coincidentally makes a Strokes reference
A red circle with a slash blinks on his screen as he shakes his head, indicating that the singing isn't an issue. At least, not right now.
He waves his free hand to indicate that it's something else, while giving Simon's a squeeze. He already trusts the other on fixing the present issue. #2's issue has to with the past - something that cannot simply be fixed like an unplugged modular synthesizer or damaged voice box, even. He hesitates on what to convey next. He could have just nodded and let it go, but the fact that he didn't means he ought to talk about it. Of all times for him to lose his voice...
Even if he already regained his vocals, he can't find the words. The facts are simple. He just needs to describe what happened. Why is it so difficult?
With his free hand, he taps the side of his helmet.]
"Hard to explain."