gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.

[killtime]

WHO: Residents of Maurtia Falls #4 & Co
WHERE: MF #4
WHEN: Post-CNC2020
WHAT: Self-defense, video games, etc.
WARNINGS: TBD

(Individual threads within!)

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[killtime]

[ TOO BAD MARTIN, because Andy has apparently decided this is a sink or swim situation for her adopted son and vanished to take a smoke on the back porch or something. Whatever happens now is in the hands of a higher power. GANBATTE, SON. ]

[measuringdicks]

[Ganbatte indeed, considering this is Richie.]

You have a keyboard? Holy shit, that’s great. Do you play in a band or something? Girls throw themselves at guitarists more, but I know some people like a guy who plays the keyboard. [in a conspiratorial whisper:] It means they’re good with their hands.

[There probably is a higher power, because Richie doesn’t use a lewd gesture to emphasize just what he means. But it’s got a sense of humor because he winks.]

What kinda books do you have? Hope it’s not just school shit. [Pause.] You have yarn? What do you do with it?

[darkov]

[there's some nodding and headshaking and some nodding corrected to headshaking and it all leads to a puzzled head-tilt as he finally gets his nodding, shaking head above the water of all this.]

Um. I-I make things. Scarves. Sweaters, uh--well. Just, just the one time. It's just small things. Right now. Sorry, um. The books? [he squints.] I don't...I haven't been to a school, so I don't think they're school books. [they definitely are.]

I can show you? They're...they're upstairs.

[measuringdicks]

If they're about physics or English or math, they definitely count as school books. Even if you're not in school.

[Those are some very broad definitions there. Anyway, Richie lights up at the prospect.]

Fuck yeah, show me!

[darkov]

[well, action is easier than conversation, so Martin won't hesitate for very long at all now that he has a task. he hurries upstairs and down the short hallway to his room, pushing the door all the way open so it stays that way for Richie and himself wanders in partway, turning around and looking at things to try and decide what's worth noting.

for a boy's room, it's hardly the worst: a couple bits of clothing not taken to the laundry room, a bed unmade (he just got up, ok!!), some stray lengths of yarn dangling off the desk...]

Uh, the books are here, so-- [he gestures to the stack on the side of the desk not occupied by heaps of yarn and wool: spelling books and very young readers' stuff. things about fish and airplanes and zoos. it's honestly about as basic and baby and not-cool-kid as one could be, but to be fair, Martin's not even tried the concept.] I, uh. I haven't been practicing as much as...as I could be. But sometimes I get new things from the library. So.

[wow, his face is red and his heart is racing from anxious embarrassment. like, more than usual! it's almost like he's worried about how lame he is reflecting poorly on him in front of someone enthusiastic and new!

this sucks!

he clears his throat.]

The, the keyboard is over there...

[on the floor along the wall by the bed, headphones still plugged in and on the nightstand. nothing terribly huge -- something he can have in his lap without too much discomfort.

it definitely has a keyboard stand that is not being used because........who knows.]

[measuringdicks]

Practicing reading? [There's a surprise. Andy said he was sheltered, but Richie hadn't quite known the extent up until—well, right now.] Jesus. Where'd you live until you got here, under a fucking rock or something?

[He doesn't say this is lame, because—well, yeah, it is lame, but Martin was sheltered, apparently to such a point where he's only just learning to read, so Richie will let it slide. And then his attention is quickly distracted by the keyboard, so he puts his bag (still opened, so a veritable flood of comics and potato chip bags spill out) on the bed and goes to check it out.]

Hey, can you play something for me? [No requests, like he'd usually ask. Most of what Richie can think to request is out for this first meeting. He'll ease Martin into his favorite bands in the future.] Anything you can think of.

[darkov]

[freshly embarrassed, Martin's ears are bright red as he gulps, anxiously rubbing and picking at his elbow. he wishes Andy had given him some warning, because then maybe...well. he can't really say he'd have known how to prepare, but...]

N-no. Just. Uh, well. I wasn't...supposed to read. [he shrugs his shoulders up feebly, watching Richie's bag of many things spill out onto the bed.] Nobody was, really. So...

[so thankfully, talk is steering toward something else.

unthankfully, it's to the keyboard.]

Oh--um. I don't know. I just kind of... Press keys in whatever way. You, uh. [he gestures.] You put the headphones on. So it's only you who hears it. You can try.