12: this time, *you* can be the narrator!
[Okay, drone Tybalt is officially creepier than drone Old Gregg. Something has happened to his hair, and he dresses like the man in the photographs that came with the house. He makes eye contact. He smiles. He heads off to work whistling. It's profoundly unnerving. And when Kurt tried to put a record on downstairs after his shift, the drone snapped at him to turn that racket off and made comments about the use of the gramophone being a privilege, not a right. And generally acted about 20 years older than Kurt actually knew Tybalt to be. What a delightful character.
Rather than ask if he can borrow the car, he's heading over to the record store on his bike, stylishly dressed and trouser-clipped. It's actually one of the few places where the drones make the place feel picturesque, rather than unerringly creepy, and he feels much less self-conscious about what he puts down on the counter when the salesman behind the desk is programmed to smile and nod about it. He'll be staying in his bedroom for quite a while, it seems, might as well be with tuneful accompaniment.
You may encounter him [a] on the way there, speeding along at a good clip looking picturesque and terrifically handsome, or [b], on his way home, lugging an ostensibly portable record player like a small child tethered to the back of it. Or [c], some random point in between.]
Rather than ask if he can borrow the car, he's heading over to the record store on his bike, stylishly dressed and trouser-clipped. It's actually one of the few places where the drones make the place feel picturesque, rather than unerringly creepy, and he feels much less self-conscious about what he puts down on the counter when the salesman behind the desk is programmed to smile and nod about it. He'll be staying in his bedroom for quite a while, it seems, might as well be with tuneful accompaniment.
You may encounter him [a] on the way there, speeding along at a good clip looking picturesque and terrifically handsome, or [b], on his way home, lugging an ostensibly portable record player like a small child tethered to the back of it. Or [c], some random point in between.]