mingle-y post!!!

[ruminant]

[ It is getting to be evening times now, so it's not super super hot out, just pleasantly warm and still kind of bright. Indoors or outdoors, there are probably enough things to do and enough people out and about to have fun or...harassment is fine too. ]

{ ooc; mingle post! make a comment, tag other people's comments, s'all good! }

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[wordmiser]

[Her own head bobs, long hair swinging. Hey silent dude.

Sup.]

[mortalcoil]

[a greeting, huh? And a silent one, at that.

He'll return the nod then--a more proper greeting than any of his vagueness before. And then he lifts a hand to point at her, a gesture to go along with the question on his face.

He's hoping for anything. A name, an explanation, anything she'll offer]

[wordmiser]

[She greeted him. That doesn't mean she has to share anything with him, right? She lifts her eyebrows.

Him first, yeah?]

[mortalcoil]

[and, unlike someone who can readily give their name probably would, he doesn't quite get what she's prompting for.

Whatever it is, he can't answer it. So, his mouth presses a little flat, maybe looking a bit frustrated]

[wordmiser]

[...She liked him. He didn't fill up the world with useless noise. But he wanted a name...

She debated on where she should tell him. Why not? He was quiet enough. Eventually, after long moments of staring at him, she does.]

Jinx.

[mortalcoil]

[and maybe it was her own quietness that convinced him to return the gesture. He could tell that there was a short argument in her head over whether or not to share her name, so... it seemed like the thing to do.

Reaching into his tunic, he pulls out a small notebook and a little wrapped stick of charcoal, scribbles down a word, and then turns it so she can see--] 'Coil'

[wordmiser]

[Truly mute, then? Not just quiet... She wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed. This way, his need to speak would probably never get away with him, at least.

A nod that, were it deeper, might have turned into a bow.

Sup, bro?]

[mortalcoil]

[...this is interesting. Very rarely does he run into anyone almost as quiet as he is, especially one who doesn't immediately dismiss him.

It's interesting, and also frustrating. Much harder to communicate when they don't give him words and questions to work with.

...He's going to try anyway, though.

He points at her, and moves his hand around to indicate the tower around them, another question on his face]

[wordmiser]

[She looks up and around, lip twisting to the side.

Then nods.

Yup. She's here. She's new. Her fingers flash the sign Cadogan had taught her for that word. New.]

[mortalcoil]

[whoa-- instantly distracted by her hands, eye widening in surprise.

He'd originally been so excited when they'd tried to teach him sign language here... until he discovered that no one seemed to know it. So, seeing her sign something instantly grabs his attention.

It takes him a second to remember (he only knows a few words yet) and then his fingers work out the ASL sign for "sign language?"]