oia
“No.” You answer, your voice as neutral and clinical as it normally is. There isn’t so much as a hint of emotion in it, nor on your face, to reveal the inner workings of your mind. Then again, to look within would be to see more of the same. You're Not an overly emotive creature. Every bout of feelings that you do experience are usually random and chaotic at best, leaving you feeling quite unnerved. Kai has taught you enough to function in the world, though really that is all you are doing. Functioning. You have never felt as though you belong, and were you so inclined you might think you’d been created wrong somehow. If the term Asbergers was one that was known in this world, your behaviours might make a great deal more sense. As it wasn’t, you are merely characterized as odd or strange, mostly annoying and difficult to all save for your twin.
As you answer the stranger’s question, you assume that this exchange is over and go back to your notes (which has the added effect of more bits of stone bouncing away from your shoulders as they move slightly).
As he asks another question, your eyes rise and you consider an answer. However before you can, he has offered yet more information and stretched his hand towards you. Confused about the order in which you ought to deal with this, you find yourself blinking rapidly, your head tilting slightly to the side. You have several ticks that you try to ignore, but in moments such as this you find the noise of the world deafening.
jus’ answer him Oia! It’s okay! You hear Kai in your mind. Turning (and causing yet more moss and stone to break away), you give the stranger a wide-eyed stare looking half-robot and half deer-in-the-headlights. “A report.” Nodding your head in a perfunctory acknowledgement of his name and adding “Acknowledgement.” Just to be safe, you then turn towards his hand. You hate physical contact but as your twin as reminded you time and time again, sometimes it is necessary. Reaching out a freckled hand, you lock your fingers against his for a moment, give a perfectly practiced pump, before stealing your fingers quickly back.
As you answer the stranger’s question, you assume that this exchange is over and go back to your notes (which has the added effect of more bits of stone bouncing away from your shoulders as they move slightly).
As he asks another question, your eyes rise and you consider an answer. However before you can, he has offered yet more information and stretched his hand towards you. Confused about the order in which you ought to deal with this, you find yourself blinking rapidly, your head tilting slightly to the side. You have several ticks that you try to ignore, but in moments such as this you find the noise of the world deafening.
jus’ answer him Oia! It’s okay! You hear Kai in your mind. Turning (and causing yet more moss and stone to break away), you give the stranger a wide-eyed stare looking half-robot and half deer-in-the-headlights. “A report.” Nodding your head in a perfunctory acknowledgement of his name and adding “Acknowledgement.” Just to be safe, you then turn towards his hand. You hate physical contact but as your twin as reminded you time and time again, sometimes it is necessary. Reaching out a freckled hand, you lock your fingers against his for a moment, give a perfectly practiced pump, before stealing your fingers quickly back.
of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
