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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

Comments

[fresh_to_deaf]

[When he notices someone approaching the bench, Djem gives him a smile and a friendly nod. He only half catches what he says to him, but taking the sitar into account, he can guess what he's asking.

It's not going to bother him either way, so he just makes a quick gesture to say 'go ahead']

[melodiouspacifist]

Thanks!

[He's got a bubbly smile and he flops down on the bench next to him.]

I just needed a break, you know? Not everyone likes my sitar so had to make sure first. Axel would set it on fire if he wouldn't get soaked.

[Apparently, this blond is full of chatter.]

Oh yeah, I'm Demyx!

[fresh_to_deaf]

[He almost goes back to his comic when he see's the guy is still talking to him. Politely, Djem waits for him to stop before he gives him a smile of his own, and turns his head a little, gently tapping the hearing aid on his left ear.

Bookmarking his page, he pulls out his phone and opens the notepad app, holding the device out a second later for Demyx to read.]

Sorry - didn't wanna cut you off mid-sentence. What did you say?

You can use this if you don't have one handy.

[melodiouspacifist]

[He blinks at the ear tapping and it takes a second for it to dawn on him that he's talking at someone who can't hear him. Oh. Oh.

He looks at the phone as if he's never really seen one and reads it. He takes it slowly and taps on the screen for a moment. It isn't going to work with his gloves so he sets it on his knee and takes them off. Then he tries again. Djem will probably find him agonizingly slow to figure out how to type his message.]

I didn't realize you were deaf.

I'm Demyx.

I wanted to make sure my sitar wouldn't bother you. Guess it won't. I'm sorry. Can't imagine it. If I couldn't hear the music, I'd rather be dead.

[fresh_to_deaf]

[He's patient with the stranger, happy to wait for him to respond. When he reads his reply, however - his expression drops completely. He doesn't know the guy, and therefore has no idea if he has any idea how bad what he just said sounded.

But at the same time, he doesn't want to just let it go.]

It's not something to be sorry about.

But hey, I can't imagine hearing people actually say stuff like that either, so I guess we're on the same page in that respect.

[Gathering his bag from the ground, Djem gets to his feet and pockets his phone, leaving Demyx to his sitar]

[melodiouspacifist]

[Whoa, wait, what did he just do? Demyx looks entirely confused by the reaction. He has no idea what he's just said is incredibly offensive.]

Wait a second...

[He touches Djem's arm. He doesn't grab him, because he doesn't want to hurt him or do anything rough to him, only get his attention.]

What'd I just do? What just happened?

[fresh_to_deaf]

[When he feels the other touch his arm, he pulls it away as he turns. He can imagine where the conversation is probably going, and he has very little interest in pursuing it - he doesn't often get upset, not in front of other people. But he's had comments like that in the past, and they make him angry. Angry and hurt.

At Demyx's questions - or at least, he assumes they're questions - he just shrugs, giving him an expression that clearly reads 'I have no idea what you're saying', before replying. This time, not on his phone, but in ASL.]

Still can't understand you, dude. Do me a favour and leave me alone.

[melodiouspacifist]

[He's looking at him and doing...whatever it is he's doing with his hands, but Demyx can't follow it any more than Djem can follow him talking.]

Look, I'm sorry okay? I don't really get what I did, but I didn't mean to.

[He hangs his head a little.]

I just wanted to talk to someone for awhile...

[He pokes through his coat, looking to see if he has anything to write on, but he doesn't. Demyx just sighs softly.]

Alright, I'm an idiot.

[He gets an idea, flips his sitar around and uses the blade at the end to write in the dirt. 'Sorry'. That's the best he can manage with that kind of space and an awkward tool to write with like his sitar.]

[fresh_to_deaf]

[He very nearly walks away again, but the apology in the dirt is just enough to keep him there. After some consideration, he glances back at Demyx, before resorting back to his phone.]

Whatever, man.

Word of advice though? Next time you wanna tell someone you'd rather be dead than like them? Don't. I was born like this, and my life doesn't suck. It's not the worst thing you can be.

[melodiouspacifist]

[Demyx looks like he's thinking which is probably a good idea since talking without thinking got him in trouble in the first place.]

I didn't know that would piss you off.

I'm an idiot, I'll admit it.

I didn't mean your life sucks or anything. It's complicated. I'll just say sorry again.