Quando sono solo sogno allorizzonte e mancan le parole! [CLOSED]
Characters: Maxim and Wolfina
Content: A Jäger is singing a sappy, operatic (Italian) ballad in the shower and Wolfina catches him in the act. See this post. The thing is... he's actually pretty good. Not that he'd have ever told anyone.
Setting: The showers on the 4423 and the hallway just outside the showers. It might move somewhere else later.
Time: Backlogged to a day or two ago (before the cactaurs), morning-ish.
Warnings: None foreseen.
Maxim had been getting bolder lately. Usually he kept his shower-singing to a minimum and never raised his voice high enough to be heard over the water, but his random good mood and the fact that he felt more comfortable on the 4423 than he ever had before had his vocal chords stretching and filling the room with echoes of an Italian aria he'd learned long ago.
Very, very few people knew he could sing at all. Even Dimo didn't know. Maxim's shamelessly boastful mother had forced her shy son to sing for guests and he'd learned to resent her for it, later vowing to never sing in front of anyone ever again out of spite. Well, a showerhead wasn't 'someone', right? Nowadays he kept this talent under lock and key even moreso than when he was young. In his mind Jägers just didn't make pretty things. The knitting and the needlework were merely hobbies to pass the time.
Still, there was something satisfying about hearing one's own voice echoing with the acoustics of a small room and this morning Maxim couldn't resist.
Shutting off the water, Maxim reached for a threadbare towel and made a quick job of drying himself before pulling on his pants and heading for the door, still humming the tune. When he opened the door his feet planted firmly on the ground and his expression was surely quite comical. There was Wolfina, the tripod girl, standing with her journal held up, as if a recording had just been made.
After blinking a few times Maxim finally managed to register what was going on and what she'd just recorded. Brows furrowing, Maxim took a steadying breath.
"Dot had better not be public, sveethot."
Content: A Jäger is singing a sappy, operatic (Italian) ballad in the shower and Wolfina catches him in the act. See this post. The thing is... he's actually pretty good. Not that he'd have ever told anyone.
Setting: The showers on the 4423 and the hallway just outside the showers. It might move somewhere else later.
Time: Backlogged to a day or two ago (before the cactaurs), morning-ish.
Warnings: None foreseen.
Maxim had been getting bolder lately. Usually he kept his shower-singing to a minimum and never raised his voice high enough to be heard over the water, but his random good mood and the fact that he felt more comfortable on the 4423 than he ever had before had his vocal chords stretching and filling the room with echoes of an Italian aria he'd learned long ago.
Very, very few people knew he could sing at all. Even Dimo didn't know. Maxim's shamelessly boastful mother had forced her shy son to sing for guests and he'd learned to resent her for it, later vowing to never sing in front of anyone ever again out of spite. Well, a showerhead wasn't 'someone', right? Nowadays he kept this talent under lock and key even moreso than when he was young. In his mind Jägers just didn't make pretty things. The knitting and the needlework were merely hobbies to pass the time.
Still, there was something satisfying about hearing one's own voice echoing with the acoustics of a small room and this morning Maxim couldn't resist.
Shutting off the water, Maxim reached for a threadbare towel and made a quick job of drying himself before pulling on his pants and heading for the door, still humming the tune. When he opened the door his feet planted firmly on the ground and his expression was surely quite comical. There was Wolfina, the tripod girl, standing with her journal held up, as if a recording had just been made.
After blinking a few times Maxim finally managed to register what was going on and what she'd just recorded. Brows furrowing, Maxim took a steadying breath.
"Dot had better not be public, sveethot."