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canon-fcdder · 11 months

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“…You’re still listening?”

It catches Sniper off guard, the way Pyro is looking at him, still seemingly tuned in. He’s been rambling on about Australian wildlife for long enough that something in the back of his brain decided nobody was listening anymore, he was just talking for the sake of talking. Which isn’t really something he does, unless it’s about one of a very select few topics. The incredible creatures of his home country happen to be at the top of that list.

Being quiet is easier, usually. It’s good practice in his line of work, and it allows him to listen more. He picks up on quite a bit just by paying attention and letting others talk. But today he let himself get excited about kangaroos and tarantulas and quokkas, and it seems Pyro is actually interested.

“You can have a turn. If you want. I’ll listen to you. Or we can draw, or whatever you feel like. I could… show you some newspaper clippings with photos of the bush fires in them.” His tone is stilted with the awkwardness of realising he’s probably wasted their time. They’re being so polite, and he just… well. That’s another reason he likes being quiet.

Still, even as he stiffens, he can’t help but feel a little warm. It’s nice, that Pyro didn’t tune him out entirely. It’s nice being around someone who can at least feign interest.

(From your bestest buddy Calvin)

- ✩ 「 @honeydewmuses 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Pyro LOVES when people talk to them.

They’ve gotten used to the quiet. There was no choice but to... But that’s alright because in the suffocating silence they learned how to do something arguably better than talking with others. Talking isn’t that hard anyway; it’s just saying things. What makes it difficult is whether people listen or not. Which is why Pyro is so grateful for the frightening isolation of their youth. What else are they supposed to be about it? Angry? Devastated? Terrified of the chance that it’ll happen all over again and they’ll find themselves tossed aside without a single soul to keep them company? No, no— gratitude is the only emotion that makes sense.

Because it made them a really good listener... For the most part.

Sometimes it’s not only difficult, but impossible to understand what is being told to them. As if the other person isn’t conversing with words, but speaking a strange static. Incapable of clicking in Pyro’s brain, no matter how hard either of them try. An unfortunate fact of the world, but unchangeable as the air they breathe or the fires that burn. At least they aren’t alone in this, their teammates sometimes having issues understanding what THEY say. Except for Sniper. He always seems to know. He didn’t use to, but now he does. So... it wasn’t an unchangeable fact for him. Pyro feels pretty confident that it is for them, though.

But that’s okay... Just like everything else.

❝ Of course I’m still listening! ❞ Chimes a chipper reply, Pyro only barely registering the others surprise. Too engrossed by tales of fantastical creatures they wish were running around in front of them RIGHT NOW, a shock of disappointment shoots through their gut at the suggestion that Sniper stop. Not that it isn’t great to talk to Sniper... but later. After Sniper has said everything he wants to say. ❝ No, no— Don’t stop! ❞ Shaking their head and waving their hands to emphasize their point, Pyro then begins to rummage around, scattering papers aside in their quest for a blank sheet. An oddity with so many artists in the same space, but not an impossibility. ❝ I like hearing you talk... and y’know what else I like? ❞

Triumphantly holding up pieces of paper in one hand and a marker in the other, Pyro beams behind their mask, ❝ Drawing the things you talk about! ❞ Slapping down the paper onto the floor, Pyro lies on their stomach, legs happily kicking in the air. Focused on Sniper as if he’s the most important interesting person in the world, they lightly tap the paper with the still-capped tip of their marker in an unnamed rhythm, ❝ Now instead of picturing it all in my head, I can picture it in actual pictures. You can even have them if you want. ❞

Sniper is probably missing his kangaroos and tarantulas and quokkas... and all the other animal friends that he isn’t near anymore. People don’t usually talk so excitedly about people and things that aren’t around unless they wish they WERE. Drawings won’t make those feelings go away entirely, but they can still help. After all, a drawn quokka is better than NO quokka. Especially if it’s drawn by someone who cares. 「 ☆ 」

#(( *holds them in my HANDS* ))#canon-fcdder #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ❞ ¦ 「 Pyro IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ; ꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Pyro 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀɴ; ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪᴢᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Sniper 」#honeydewmuses #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Pyro and Sniper 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ; ɪ ᴀᴍ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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