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@blanketed-bug
OH !! Somebody lost their phone when doing their laundry... aaannndd I'm not sure if they're gonna come back for it... guess it's mine now,
my name's Fuzz ! there was this freaky worm thing that wouldn't leave me alone until somebody came along n got rid of it. Much safer now! :]
Not human, but that's alright, I don't bite (hopefully) !!!
OOC under cut
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What's your favorite thing to sew?
probably blankets.. or pillows... I guess I don't really have the stuffing for pillows, but it's the thought that counts!! it's more so how I source my supplies than what they turn into. I like giving torn-up cloths a better life. in a way?
Okay now that you're FINALLY BACK IN THE LAUNDROMAT: Fuzz gets a boop! :3
heyyy it's not like I was TRYING to- oouh
"What in the good of this earth is out there causing such a ruckus? Growling around for food and the likes... it seems to be bothering a lot of insects cursed. How dreadful. Stay safe, dears."
okokokokokoakoakakaakayayayay :(
*The creature walks away. It's hard to hear through the washing machine, but they seem to leave fairly quickly. The door creaks a little when they hit up against it. Then they're gone.*
y-yeah... okay...
Despite that, they don't. Leave the machine. For. Awhile. Not even emerging from the clothing until later on. If they've learned anything, there's a very real chance of it just. Coming back! Might be them just being paranoid, but can you blame them?? When they do eventually come out again, mostly just for more fabric to use, their eyes keep lingering on the entrance door. Scary, but strange character...
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ohohohohohohohohh
*There's a long lapse in conversation, the creature seems to be breathing rather heavily although it still hasn't tried to force the door.*
dododododo yoyoyouououoyoyu kknknknkwknknow ananahaytythoneoenen whwhwhwowhowho dododdonesnsnnssn hahahahahvhevhehve sosososososoemoeme fofoffooffofod
ihihihiihimhmihmhmh'hm rerlrreleealallally sossjosososorosororryryr fofofoffoforos sssncnccncarrriririgngnng yorororoouoyuoyu bbybybybyby thththehehehrhrherhe whwhwhwhwyayayayay :(
(Ooh Carnage is actually a good name... it probably wouldn't be their name pre-Visitor since that's a weird thing for a parent to name their child but if they decide to take a different name afterwards...)
...nno... not really... I- I don't... know many people...
Maybe that'll get it to leave???? Maybe?? PLEASE????? Despite it trying to comfort them, they're still terrified. Small prey animal things, yeah? They bury themself deeper into the clothing, hoping it doesn't just... decide to tear down the machine randomly. REALLY. Hoping. Man, if it doesn't kill them itself, they might as well just die of shock anyways...
*The creature stares after Fuzz, and flinches when Fuzz slams the washing machine door on them. Then everything is quiet for at least a little while. At least nothing starts pounding on the door. Actually wait, maybe I spoke too soon. There's a hesitant knocking, the voice from the other side of the door is muffled. The creature must be right outside.*
ihigigighihihm soaosososorireory didididid ihihh scscacaacaareurere yoyototou? Ihigig dododoeodonnnnnntnrn't wwnwnwnwnwagnanana hururueususeut yoyoyotu igigigigihigimim'im jujujyjuyjssysts
huhughughunrmrnry
(I realized last time that you probably don't know what's going on, sorry. This is a guy who got mutated after looking at Beryl's offering. I don't have a name for them yet and don't really know what they look like other than that they have a grouper mouth and look like a toad, so that's why I'm being kind of vague about descriptions. They're very, very hungry and yes, I am taking name suggestions if you want to offer any)
Safe to say Fuzz was. HORRIFIED. ARE THEY GONNA DIE. Don't frogs EAT bugs??? It's... it's kinda like a frog-!! And they're a bug!!! And it's saying that it's HUNGRY. At least, they THINK it is! YES, THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY GOING TO DIE. OHHH GOD OH NONONONONONO
They whimper through layers of fabric, trying to hide themself inside the various articles of clothing. Sticking to the back of the compartment. Not sure if it could hear them? Pretty sure they didn't WANT it to hear them. Maybe it'll go away if they're quiet enough??? Nnno it TOTALLY knows they're here. Can they even get it to go away at all????? Is this really it???? AND THEY THOUGHT THE WORM WAS BAD!!
...I- I-uhmm-
I- I don't...- hh-have any... f-food...
Because they didn't eat normal food, but. Besides the point. Curse their biology!!
*That is a frog: a very big, oddly proportioned frog. It's the kind of thing that would be a little scary to come across before the Visitor, but now it's just kind of one of the things you expect to see wandering around. You maybe wouldn't expect it to wander into the laundry room, though. That's a little less expected. But there it is-- wandering aimlessly, sticking its head into some of the machines as it looks around. One of the machines is slightly full and it noms on one of the pieces of clothing. Then it sees Fuzz.*
... hughghgurhgngnrnnrygy
...oh my god
They leave their machine for ONE MOMENT!!!! Rrgghhh!!! They take a little to just stare at this thing for a moment before skittering off to hide. Would it be able to pry their washing machine's door open??? Surely not, right? Hopefully?? Go away go away goawaygoawaygoawaygoawayPLEASEGOAWAY
(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(They point to an eyeball around their shoulder)
.........
...I'm... I'm sorry, I- I've only dealt with... um... cloth! Not. Skin and flesh. Y'know...? I- I don't wanna hurt you or anything...
Ever-so-slightly, they inched back into the machine.
(they quickly write another note) “well the eyelid is cloth and it’s a part of my coat so it won’t hurt me” (they take off the coat and show it to you)
...hm...
Their eyes examine the slit at where the 'eyelid' was. It's flimsy at the curves of the eye itself.
I... um... I suppose, then... just- uh. Give me a moment. I... like sewing in privacy.
With that, before Eyes could react, they duck into the washing machine and shut the door, dragging the coat with them. A few rattles from within. They'd left the notes on the floor nearby, which had got pushed back slightly by the gust of the hinge closing.
(eyes sits down seemingly wincing in pain every now and then)
When they come back, what do you know, the eyelid's sewn up. Actually pretty decently, too. The string seems to be slightly shiny. They set it down in just a bit of a heap in-front of the other, considering the lack of actual hands. Their antennae twitch.
Ta-da...! I hope it's good enough...
(you see blood coming out of some of their eyes resembling tears and a bit of blood is leaking out of the stitching though eyes seem unaware of this)
...uhm... you...
They're freezing up a bit. That's. Not expected. At all. Did they do something wrong?? Were they really hurting them after all???? Oh no.
...maybe you, uhm... should... go home...?
(they quickly write) “oh sorry I didn’t know that would happen I’m kinda new to this whole knowing stuff thing. I thought sense it was part of my coat it’d be fine”
They stare at the writing for a little longer than the rest. There's a few red stains on the paper.
...o- okay... I. Um. Hope t- that clears up...?
Their instincts were mostly saying to go hide again and not even think of coming out until the silence was back. Fortunately, not listening to them yet, though they probably will later...
(they use sign language to say “I’m so sorry if this is freaking you out I can leave if that would help though a cloth would be helpful” they kinda just sit down and ball up sitting with their knees to their chest and arms around their legs)
Whuh-
...they don't. They don't know sign language. Uhhmmmmmm. Um. Rrrghhhh don't shut down. Don't shut downnnnn. Just TALK! They can do this!! They are VERY CAPABLE OF DOING THIS!!!
...s-sorry, I'm not sure what... um...
They fumble again, before tossing a spare piece of fabric to them, from their nest. Ah, at least it got the point across either way...
H-here. Sorry.
(they close all their eyes before wiping their face down with the cloth. They write) “oh you know sign language! Cool!!!!”
U-uhm... do I...? I- I just- uh-
CALM. DOWN.
...I k-kinda just... guessed... uh- umookayI'msorryaboutthatandgoodbyeIhopeyouhaveagoodday.
Aaaand they're back locking themself in their washing machine. Too overwhelmed...
(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(They point to an eyeball around their shoulder)
.........
...I'm... I'm sorry, I- I've only dealt with... um... cloth! Not. Skin and flesh. Y'know...? I- I don't wanna hurt you or anything...
Ever-so-slightly, they inched back into the machine.
(they quickly write another note) “well the eyelid is cloth and it’s a part of my coat so it won’t hurt me” (they take off the coat and show it to you)
...hm...
Their eyes examine the slit at where the 'eyelid' was. It's flimsy at the curves of the eye itself.
I... um... I suppose, then... just- uh. Give me a moment. I... like sewing in privacy.
With that, before Eyes could react, they duck into the washing machine and shut the door, dragging the coat with them. A few rattles from within. They'd left the notes on the floor nearby, which had got pushed back slightly by the gust of the hinge closing.
(eyes sits down seemingly wincing in pain every now and then)
When they come back, what do you know, the eyelid's sewn up. Actually pretty decently, too. The string seems to be slightly shiny. They set it down in just a bit of a heap in-front of the other, considering the lack of actual hands. Their antennae twitch.
Ta-da...! I hope it's good enough...
(you see blood coming out of some of their eyes resembling tears and a bit of blood is leaking out of the stitching though eyes seem unaware of this)
...uhm... you...
They're freezing up a bit. That's. Not expected. At all. Did they do something wrong?? Were they really hurting them after all???? Oh no.
...maybe you, uhm... should... go home...?
(they quickly write) “oh sorry I didn’t know that would happen I’m kinda new to this whole knowing stuff thing. I thought sense it was part of my coat it’d be fine”
They stare at the writing for a little longer than the rest. There's a few red stains on the paper.
...o- okay... I. Um. Hope t- that clears up...?
Their instincts were mostly saying to go hide again and not even think of coming out until the silence was back. Fortunately, not listening to them yet, though they probably will later...
(they use sign language to say “I’m so sorry if this is freaking you out I can leave if that would help though a cloth would be helpful” they kinda just sit down and ball up sitting with their knees to their chest and arms around their legs)
Whuh-
...they don't. They don't know sign language. Uhhmmmmmm. Um. Rrrghhhh don't shut down. Don't shut downnnnn. Just TALK! They can do this!! They are VERY CAPABLE OF DOING THIS!!!
...s-sorry, I'm not sure what... um...
They fumble again, before tossing a spare piece of fabric to them, from their nest. Ah, at least it got the point across either way...
H-here. Sorry.
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(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(They point to an eyeball around their shoulder)
.........
...I'm... I'm sorry, I- I've only dealt with... um... cloth! Not. Skin and flesh. Y'know...? I- I don't wanna hurt you or anything...
Ever-so-slightly, they inched back into the machine.
(they quickly write another note) “well the eyelid is cloth and it’s a part of my coat so it won’t hurt me” (they take off the coat and show it to you)
...hm...
Their eyes examine the slit at where the 'eyelid' was. It's flimsy at the curves of the eye itself.
I... um... I suppose, then... just- uh. Give me a moment. I... like sewing in privacy.
With that, before Eyes could react, they duck into the washing machine and shut the door, dragging the coat with them. A few rattles from within. They'd left the notes on the floor nearby, which had got pushed back slightly by the gust of the hinge closing.
(eyes sits down seemingly wincing in pain every now and then)
When they come back, what do you know, the eyelid's sewn up. Actually pretty decently, too. The string seems to be slightly shiny. They set it down in just a bit of a heap in-front of the other, considering the lack of actual hands. Their antennae twitch.
Ta-da...! I hope it's good enough...
(you see blood coming out of some of their eyes resembling tears and a bit of blood is leaking out of the stitching though eyes seem unaware of this)
...uhm... you...
They're freezing up a bit. That's. Not expected. At all. Did they do something wrong?? Were they really hurting them after all???? Oh no.
...maybe you, uhm... should... go home...?
(they quickly write) “oh sorry I didn’t know that would happen I’m kinda new to this whole knowing stuff thing. I thought sense it was part of my coat it’d be fine”
They stare at the writing for a little longer than the rest. There's a few red stains on the paper.
...o- okay... I. Um. Hope t- that clears up...?
Their instincts were mostly saying to go hide again and not even think of coming out until the silence was back. Fortunately, not listening to them yet, though they probably will later...
(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(They point to an eyeball around their shoulder)
.........
...I'm... I'm sorry, I- I've only dealt with... um... cloth! Not. Skin and flesh. Y'know...? I- I don't wanna hurt you or anything...
Ever-so-slightly, they inched back into the machine.
(they quickly write another note) “well the eyelid is cloth and it’s a part of my coat so it won’t hurt me” (they take off the coat and show it to you)
...hm...
Their eyes examine the slit at where the 'eyelid' was. It's flimsy at the curves of the eye itself.
I... um... I suppose, then... just- uh. Give me a moment. I... like sewing in privacy.
With that, before Eyes could react, they duck into the washing machine and shut the door, dragging the coat with them. A few rattles from within. They'd left the notes on the floor nearby, which had got pushed back slightly by the gust of the hinge closing.
(eyes sits down seemingly wincing in pain every now and then)
When they come back, what do you know, the eyelid's sewn up. Actually pretty decently, too. The string seems to be slightly shiny. They set it down in just a bit of a heap in-front of the other, considering the lack of actual hands. Their antennae twitch.
Ta-da...! I hope it's good enough...
(you see blood coming out of some of their eyes resembling tears and a bit of blood is leaking out of the stitching though eyes seem unaware of this)
...uhm... you...
They're freezing up a bit. That's. Not expected. At all. Did they do something wrong?? Were they really hurting them after all???? Oh no.
...maybe you, uhm... should... go home...?
(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(They point to an eyeball around their shoulder)
.........
...I'm... I'm sorry, I- I've only dealt with... um... cloth! Not. Skin and flesh. Y'know...? I- I don't wanna hurt you or anything...
Ever-so-slightly, they inched back into the machine.
(they quickly write another note) “well the eyelid is cloth and it’s a part of my coat so it won’t hurt me” (they take off the coat and show it to you)
...hm...
Their eyes examine the slit at where the 'eyelid' was. It's flimsy at the curves of the eye itself.
I... um... I suppose, then... just- uh. Give me a moment. I... like sewing in privacy.
With that, before Eyes could react, they duck into the washing machine and shut the door, dragging the coat with them. A few rattles from within. They'd left the notes on the floor nearby, which had got pushed back slightly by the gust of the hinge closing.
(eyes sits down seemingly wincing in pain every now and then)
When they come back, what do you know, the eyelid's sewn up. Actually pretty decently, too. The string seems to be slightly shiny. They set it down in just a bit of a heap in-front of the other, considering the lack of actual hands. Their antennae twitch.
Ta-da...! I hope it's good enough...
(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(They point to an eyeball around their shoulder)
.........
...I'm... I'm sorry, I- I've only dealt with... um... cloth! Not. Skin and flesh. Y'know...? I- I don't wanna hurt you or anything...
Ever-so-slightly, they inched back into the machine.
(they quickly write another note) “well the eyelid is cloth and it’s a part of my coat so it won’t hurt me” (they take off the coat and show it to you)
...hm...
Their eyes examine the slit at where the 'eyelid' was. It's flimsy at the curves of the eye itself.
I... um... I suppose, then... just- uh. Give me a moment. I... like sewing in privacy.
With that, before Eyes could react, they duck into the washing machine and shut the door, dragging the coat with them. A few rattles from within. They'd left the notes on the floor nearby, which had got pushed back slightly by the gust of the hinge closing.
(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(They point to an eyeball around their shoulder)
.........
...I'm... I'm sorry, I- I've only dealt with... um... cloth! Not. Skin and flesh. Y'know...? I- I don't wanna hurt you or anything...
Ever-so-slightly, they inched back into the machine.
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(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
(they quickly write another note) “well I’m not the best at sewing but maybe you could give me some pointers? Oh and do you think you could sew some of the eyes on my coat closed?”
They try to respond before fully reading it.
I- I suppose... it's more like something innate to me, though- I'm not really sure mys...
...then they read the second half. First saying they were directed to meet them by who knows who, then. That?
...huh?
(a strange person who’s face consists entirely of eyes walks up to you and hands you a note) “hi you can call me eyes I can’t talk but I can still write:D who are you “
@eyes-the-cursed
They peek out from their washing machine wearily, staring up with two little eyes. Their limbs weren't made for much but walking, so they kinda had to manage fumbling with the paper. Weird, this didn't happen with their sewing... anyways.
Lucky they could read, huh? They glance from the paper, up to them, then back at the paper...
...hi... uhm... I'm Fuzz. What're you doing here...? It's not every day somebody comes down to the laundromat.
(they quickly write another note) “hi fuzz i was told someone was living here and id like to get to know everyone”
O-oh-!
They set the two notes they've gotten so far on the floor in-front of them. Their body was still half-inside the washing machine, mind you. Still felt nervous. Their amount of eyes made them feel a bit scrutinized.
Who... who told you that? Why? I'm- I'm nothing much. Just one bug living in a run-down laundromat... unless you're here to get something sewn, that is...
(they write another note) “oh you know how to sew? I love sewing! It’s a great way to pass time. :D”
There's a slight perk in their eyes now. Caught their interest.
You do...? That's... a nice thought...! I'm not sure where I learned it from, but I think it's a great hobby. Pass the time by practicing. Usually making blankets or scarfs for myself... nothing much else to do around here...
They gesture with a couple legs to the pile of clothing in their machine. It's shaped into being like a bird's nest.
