There's a party going on

[sei_what]

WHO: Sei sei_what , and Open!
WHAT:  Festival time!
WHEN: Afternoon and into the evening; Today!
WHERE: Just about smack in the middle of the city

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[wingsnotwords]

She’d spent a long time helping around, so it would be almost mean to not see what it looked like in the end, wouldnt it? It’s been a long time, it feels like, since she’s seen the city so bright and colourful. And, well, even if Iggy can’t see it, she’s still sort-of made him come with her(it’s better than cooping himself up with that stupid, stupid idea of building a grenade launcher, she thinks to herself).

Her wings are not quite relaxed, but not stiff, either -- alert, almost. Nill’s back to the dresses and ribbons in her hair, because going to a festival isn’t going to blow up like just about everything in the kitchen (she thinks, at least) will. She tugs Iggy along beside her and it’s probably going to be a hard feat to get that smile off her face(she tried walking in front of him, holding his hands over her shoulders but she forgot his legs were longer than hers and almost tripped herself onto her face

[blind_bomber]

His long fingers are intertwined with hers, and he has to admit that even if he's a little miffed at being pulled away from his newest pet project (and it feels good to be working with his hands again, and a grenade launcher is definitely not a stupid idea, no matter what Nill says), it's...nice, in a way, to be out with her like this. They spend a lot of time together, obviously, living in the same house, but it's...not quite the same, somehow.

He also finds himself hard-pressed not to grin at the way he can hear her wings rustling - his own are tucked in close to his back - not to mention her clothes: she's wearing one of those frilly dresses again, he thinks. He's not sure how he feels about that - although there is a vague curiosity about what color it is, and what the fabric would feel like against his palms.

[wingsnotwords]

Nill squeezes his hand and for a brief moment, notices that his are still so much bigger than hers, even if she’d grown just a tiny bit. She looks back up at Iggy as she pulls her hand from his to twist his hand so she can drag her fingertip against his palm. what? Because she honestly hadn't expected him to look so pleased about being out of the house, away from his (stupid, stolen) idea of a home-made grenade launcher.

She’d expected him to argue, really. Just because he’d seemed so determined about it... But maybe the rain being gone was a good enough reason to leave even that behind to come outside.

[blind_bomber]

He shakes his head, and the grin breaks free - he just can't help it.

"It's nothing," he says, but he knows he's not going to get away with that. For someone who can't talk, Nill can be frightfully persistent. So he tries the next best tactic - diversion.

"I was just thinking that you're probably pretty glad to be out of the house, huh? You don't have to worry about being blown up."

[wingsnotwords]

And it works. That, or she's too distracted by his horrible joke to really catch on to what he's done, here. Nill takes a deep breath and her cheeks puff out in irritation as she makes a face up at him. Even if he can't see it, she knows he knows she's doing it, and that's what matters.

He's right, she's glad to be out of the house -- but the teasing isn't fair, because it's a completely legitimate concern. Something could blow up.

So she beats her fists against his side, blowing a raspberry at him as her cheeks deflate. She huffs slightly, crossing her arms over her chest.

But that only lasts for a moment or so before she twists her fingers with his again.

[blind_bomber]

He laughs, knowing exactly what kind of face she's making up at him, pretending to fend off her blows - which he barely feels, after everything he's been through.

But he takes her hand again easily, lacing his fingers with hers, and tugs gently.

"You ought to trust me," he says softly, half-teasing and half not - because it does sometimes bother him that he can't seem to get anyone to trust him with his explosives. No one but Gazzy, and he's long gone.

[wingsnotwords]

Nill looks off to the side for a moment, making a slight face still. But after a few seconds of his laughter, a smile cracks through and she can't really help it as she looks back up at him. She tugs back on his hand and looks down a little bit when he tugs on her hand.

His voice catches her attention again and she looks back up at him with a small frown and squeezes his hand like that's supposed to assure him she does trust him. She walks a little closer to him, untangling their fingers to wrap her arm around his and hold his half palm-up so she can write i trust you.

But there's a small pause before she adds, dont trust the bombs. She'd been in and/or near enough explosions, already.

[blind_bomber]

He knows she does - they've been through a lot together, and if there's one thing he knows, it's that you can't go through some of that kind of stuff without trusting the person you're doing it with - but he just wishes he could make someone understand that all the finesse of making bombs, all the fiddly wires and the triggers and the hairs-breadth maneuvers: he can do all of that. He does do all of that - and he's never made a mistake.

So he sighs, and shrugs. "Bombs don't do anything on their own," he points out, his brow furrowed slightly. "Well...not the good ones, anyway. It all depends on the person handling them."

[wingsnotwords]

Nill sighs silently, because she knows all that, but it still makes her nervous. Still wary that something will just pop in the kitchen, or the table will jerk and the wrong thing connects to the wrong piece or -- She could go on forever. i know, she writes out slowly.

still nervous though. And she didn't know if that'd stop, but it wasn't really going to stop her, at least not anytime soon. She could complain and try and suggest and argue to do other things, but in the end, she always ends up observing or being suckered into helping(except with that grenade launcher, she manages to mysteriously disappear whenever he starts that, now). Not only because it was something to do, but it was something Iggy liked doing.

crazy, she teased.

[blind_bomber]

He grins, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he does realize that Nill still helps him out, even though he knows she's always nervous - he can feel it in her hands, when he asks her to guide him somewhere, or when he gently leads her hands through some of the more delicate actions.

"You wouldn't like me nearly as much if I was normal," he teased back. "Trust me."

[wingsnotwords]

She blinks a little bit at his words before her cheeks puff out again and Nill nudges him in the side. That's not true, whether he's teasing or not. She's not sure how she knows this, because she doesn't know what Iggy would be like if he were normal and imagining it is hard. She can't picture him any other way.

i do. you are normal to me! Nill thinks he's crazy, a lot of the time, but to her that's normal. Because anything else is weird.

LOL, I love that Chocolat pegged them as dating...

[blind_bomber]

Well, that puts a pleased grin on his face and a light flush across his cheeks. It's not something people say to him often - or...at all, really. No one's ever called him normal, as far as he can remember. Even his own parents thought he was a freak of nature.

"I thought you just said I was crazy," he fires back, but a lot of the teasing has gone out of his tone. It's almost like he's asking her Are you telling the truth? Do you really think so?

LMAO I saw that, too.

[wingsnotwords]

Nill looks up at him with a bit of a puzzled expression. She wonders where the teasing went, and if she said something wrong to make him sound a lot more serious. She leans her head against his arm for a moment as she tries to think. She did call him crazy, but she did call him normal, too. Maybe she was a bit of a hypocrite, but it made sense in her head.

She stands up straight, squeezing his hand lightly before she writes, slowly, on his palm. youre normal to me even when youre crazy. Nill squeezed his hand lightly and threaded her fingers with his again.

Re: LMAO I saw that, too.

[blind_bomber]

He likes the gentle pressure of her weight on his arm, but he likes the slow spell of letters on his palm even more. He thinks he understands what she's trying to say - it's like the Flock knowing they're different, but never feeling it: not when they're together.

And it means a lot, to have that here. He squeezes her hand back - firmly, but always careful not to hurt her: he just wants her to know how much it really means to him - and says softly, "Thanks."

[wingsnotwords]

She smiles at the squeeze of her hand and the soft tone of his voice. He doesn't have to thank her, because it's the truth, but it's still nice to hear from him. Nill doesn't squeeze his hand back this time; instead, she lets go of his hand to reach up with both of hers to lightly brush her fingertips against his cheeks and tuck is hair behind his ears. And though Iggy can't see it, she's still got that bright smile spread across her face.

Then she pulls back again to lightly wrap her fingers around his wrist and tug him forward again, leading him back along the festivals' streets.

[blind_bomber]

He ducks his head a little at her touch - half embarrassed, half not wanting her to stop - and smiles. He wants to do something back, to reach up and touch her own hair and the ribbons he knows might be there, that she ties into her hair sometimes and leaves lying on the tables around the house, but...

It feels different. Touching anything has always been kind of different for him, because of his blindness, but it's even more different for Nill, and he can't quite figure out why.

So he just smiles and follows along, twisting his hand gently to take hers again, lacing their fingers together.