The sojourn to Glitch's office that afternoon took a little longer today than it had in the past and it was very nice that Adah could say it had nothing to do with her own physical limitations. In fact, for once, Adah could honestly say that, for once, she was actually waiting on someone else. She had to stop, pause, leaning against a wall, to turn around and glance over her shoulder to make sure that the small rabbit was still hopping along behind her. She made small clicking sounds with her tongue (and would deny anything melodic about their pace and flow), wiggled her fingers to entice Bob to continue following her. She was a good rabbit, a smart one, and hopped along with a sort of self-sufficiency that Adah figured she probably wouldn't even need to do all her little goading techniques
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No more music. Oh, dear Ozma, no more music. He would be eternally and quietly grateful for the tunelessness of that knock.
As it was, Glitch was being quietly thankful and waving, mouth shut tight against any more songs that decided wanted to be sung today. No repeat performances here, no more swelling orchestras from absolutely nowhere, no more strange lyrics about being brainless. Honestly, he'd sung enough today already.
Quite confident in feeling that she knew precisely what that tight-lipped expression on Glitch's face was for, Adah smiled lightly, despite herself. She realized a bit that she was lucky. She was used to music in her head, and she was used to, when she talked, talking in the odd, jolting, sharp poetry, so it was a little less noticeable if she started to slip on her own urges for something made of a bit more grandeur. She was quite grateful, though, to find that Glitch was against the urge, and seemed to be working toward controlling it better than others. They didn't need any of that, really.
And then she felt Bob's soft fur against her ankle, and her smile grew a little more. "I brought some one who wanted to meet you," she said, nodding down toward the rabbit at her feet.
Glitch stood up, mouth still tightly closed as he peered at the bunny.
It took a second or two before he realized it was the wrong size and shade to be Andrew.
He smiled, raised his eyebrows curiously, and waited for any other explanation Adah would decide to give before risking opening his mouth to ask any questions.
"Her name is Bob," Adah said, bobbing her head slightly in a nod, before she pushed off the door frame and started to limp toward the chair she usually sat in. Bob seemed to hesitate, sniffing the air, before hopping after Adah. "River gave her to me this morning. May the world tremble in fear over the moment in which Adah Price became responsible for something other than herself that was alive and more than one cell."
He chuckled a little and moved around the desk to 'meet' Bob. Once Glitch leaned down and reached out a hand towards it, he got a small bite for his trouble.
There was a very careful moment just then where he managed to gasp but keep his mouth shut at the same time. It took a bit of effort, but it worked well enough. He'd have to make a note about rabbits biting.
Oh! Notes!
Glitch stood and moved back behind his desk, rummaging with one hand and holding up the other as the multiversal sign of Just a second, have to find something.
Adah's chastising look at the rabbit, tsk tsk, was spoiled terribly by her inability to hold back her smirking anymore. She knew the nibbling was just an idle sort of thing that the rabbit just did, but she felt that, if it was going to be wont to bite at people more often, she might get to like Bob a little better. She watched as the bunny took a few more hops around the office before just sitting, as if tired already, and then shifted her attention back toward Glitch behind the desk. She waited, patiently, though with a curious tilt of her head as to what it was he was rummaging for.
Glitch payed no attention to the bunny. He was searching, and that took more synapses than were actually available at the moment. Most of them were still dumbfounded and wandering lost since the singing earlier.
Another few seconds, and he had it. Two new books from the O.Z. that he'd been able to pick up during the trip.
One was, basically, a children's introduction to Ozian magic and the other was a short history. He smiled, lips closed just as well as before, and handed them both over to her.
Adah's face instantly brightened a little, grinning widely as she carefully reached out with her good hand to take one, settle it in her lap, and then reach for the other, and do the same. She was hoping those might be it, resting a palm now on the cover of the history as she took a glance down. "Thank you," she said, bobbing a nod at Glitch, and then sharpened her smirk a little as she leaned a bit forward. "I'd ask how your trip went, but I don't know if I'd get an answer today. If you have some paper, though, we could write? Usually, I'm not on this end of a conversation like that, but I wouldn't be objectionable towards it."
His mouth made as much of an 'o' of understanding as it could with his lips still together. Glitch picked up the paper covered in the earlier frantic scribbles and shuffled around on his desk for a moment in a search for a blank sheet.
Then he started writing,
"I'm sorry about not talking, but there was a song earlier and I don't think it's the kind of song to sing again to a whole bunch of people. That is, if the songs are the same each time, which they may not be, but I'd rather not risk it.
The trip was good. Liir is magical, I got to visit, and some of the students met Mice,"
Adah grinned a little as she took the paper and read it over. It'd been a while, she realized, since she'd really communicated like this, really, and so when she finished reading, she was almost eager as she leaned forward to steal a corner of the desk for the paper and write out a response back.
"Talking is overrated, anyway. I do know about the thing with the songs, though; I've had similar urges myself, with singing, but, thankfully, it appears that the levels of cynicism in my body are enough to counteract any desires that might well up in that respect.
I'm glad to hear that the trip went well for you."
Glitch liked this whole note-thing. The possibility of bursting out into song on paper wasn't as frightening as the possibility of bursting out into song with one's actual voice. He also had to keep back a laugh as he read her message before starting his reply.
"I think today, most people on the island will have to agree with and probably be jealous of you about that. At least, if they've been singing, too.
Thank you, though I'm not really sure what I would've done if it hadn't. How was yours?"
Adah smirked as she read over Glitch's note. She liked to think, really, all things considered, that her expectational filters weren't the only thing to be jealous of, but she'd keep at least a facade of modesty and not mention that.
"And they have, I fear," she had written, the smirk shifting a little uncomfortably with River's babble-like lyrics and the sudden escape that went with them returning to her foremind. "Some with complete abandon. Could be an interesting day to watch people tomorrow, but, alas, I'll be stuck watching mostly books as it's Wednesday..."
"As for my own vacation, it was okay, in all honesty. The visit to the university I plan to attend was very helpful and beneficial for when I start my education there this fall. However, things were not as beneficial when it came to the homestead of things, I'm afraid, but I wouldn't want to bore you with the deep-seeded problem lining the branches of the Price family tree.Bob, for the record, had hopped back to Adah and was occupying herself by chewing on the lace of
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Glitch read over the note, still making a conscious effort to not open his mouth. He couldn't feel the music like before, but he had a feeling it would sneak up on him at some point.
"Yeah," he winced a little as he wrote it, but not in a bad way if that was at all possible, "tomorrow should be interesting. Shoes yesterday, singing today. Maybe by then the books will be doing something fun?"
"Which What kind of university?" The 'Which' was messily scribbled out, with 'What kind of' written in a small little arch above where it used to be.
He gave her a knowing nod on the point of family trees. As he'd possibly just grown one earlier that day, he wasn't about to start prying.
Adah's nose wrinkled as she read the first part of Glitch's response, but the second part with the crossed-out which amused her enough to cancel the soured expression with a light grin.
"I hope the books don't do anything 'fun.' I would actually like to rest a bit and not have to work tomorrow, to be completely honest. And it's a big university, but I'll be using it for its medical school."
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As it was, Glitch was being quietly thankful and waving, mouth shut tight against any more songs that decided wanted to be sung today. No repeat performances here, no more swelling orchestras from absolutely nowhere, no more strange lyrics about being brainless. Honestly, he'd sung enough today already.
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And then she felt Bob's soft fur against her ankle, and her smile grew a little more. "I brought some one who wanted to meet you," she said, nodding down toward the rabbit at her feet.
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It took a second or two before he realized it was the wrong size and shade to be Andrew.
He smiled, raised his eyebrows curiously, and waited for any other explanation Adah would decide to give before risking opening his mouth to ask any questions.
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There was a very careful moment just then where he managed to gasp but keep his mouth shut at the same time. It took a bit of effort, but it worked well enough. He'd have to make a note about rabbits biting.
Oh! Notes!
Glitch stood and moved back behind his desk, rummaging with one hand and holding up the other as the multiversal sign of Just a second, have to find something.
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Another few seconds, and he had it. Two new books from the O.Z. that he'd been able to pick up during the trip.
One was, basically, a children's introduction to Ozian magic and the other was a short history. He smiled, lips closed just as well as before, and handed them both over to her.
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Adah's face instantly brightened a little, grinning widely as she carefully reached out with her good hand to take one, settle it in her lap, and then reach for the other, and do the same. She was hoping those might be it, resting a palm now on the cover of the history as she took a glance down. "Thank you," she said, bobbing a nod at Glitch, and then sharpened her smirk a little as she leaned a bit forward. "I'd ask how your trip went, but I don't know if I'd get an answer today. If you have some paper, though, we could write? Usually, I'm not on this end of a conversation like that, but I wouldn't be objectionable towards it."
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Then he started writing,
"I'm sorry about not talking, but there was a song earlier and I don't think it's the kind of song to sing again to a whole bunch of people. That is, if the songs are the same each time, which they may not be, but I'd rather not risk it.
The trip was good. Liir is magical, I got to visit, and some of the students met Mice,"
and handed it to Adah.
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"Talking is overrated, anyway. I do know about the thing with the songs, though; I've had similar urges myself, with singing, but, thankfully, it appears that the levels of cynicism in my body are enough to counteract any desires that might well up in that respect.
I'm glad to hear that the trip went well for you."
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"I think today, most people on the island will have to agree with and probably be jealous of you about that. At least, if they've been singing, too.
Thank you, though I'm not really sure what I would've done if it hadn't. How was yours?"
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"And they have, I fear," she had written, the smirk shifting a little uncomfortably with River's babble-like lyrics and the sudden escape that went with them returning to her foremind. "Some with complete abandon. Could be an interesting day to watch people tomorrow, but, alas, I'll be stuck watching mostly books as it's Wednesday..."
"As for my own vacation, it was okay, in all honesty. The visit to the university I plan to attend was very helpful and beneficial for when I start my education there this fall. However, things were not as beneficial when it came to the homestead of things, I'm afraid, but I wouldn't want to bore you with the deep-seeded problem lining the branches of the Price family tree.Bob, for the record, had hopped back to Adah and was occupying herself by chewing on the lace of ( ... )
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"Yeah," he winced a little as he wrote it, but not in a bad way if that was at all possible, "tomorrow should be interesting. Shoes yesterday, singing today. Maybe by then the books will be doing something fun?"
"Which What kind of university?" The 'Which' was messily scribbled out, with 'What kind of' written in a small little arch above where it used to be.
He gave her a knowing nod on the point of family trees. As he'd possibly just grown one earlier that day, he wasn't about to start prying.
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"I hope the books don't do anything 'fun.' I would actually like to rest a bit and not have to work tomorrow, to be completely honest. And it's a big university, but I'll be using it for its medical school."
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