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genuflectx · 4 years

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Robot Butler/Reader CH 2

Ch 2 Length: 3,279 words

Full Story Length: 8,029 words

Main Kinks: Robots, risk of being seen/heard, public sex, creampie, fingering,

Other Warnings: Mentions of university, arguing with parents, former sex work,

1/30/2020: REPOST

(all images in aesthetic board are labeled for reuse with modification or are mine)

The next semester was closing in fast; it felt like you were caught upon the train tracks, unable to will your car's wheels to bumble over the edges. If you didn't think fast, you'd be flattened. Luckily you had emotional life support to push you on, in spite of the lingering anxieties that the world instilled into you.

“You will be fine. You've made it this far,” soothed Ezra, said life support.

Leaning against him on the couch, you made yourself into a ball and pouted. “I just barely passed my classes last semester! I don't wanna make mom keep having to pay for extra classes if I fail them.”

This bout of nervousness was brought on by a simple grocery list, of all things. The bulky robot rubbed your arm and glanced at the list in hand. He read it over in a millisecond: milk, eggs, bread, hotdog buns, chicken, rice, noodles, basil, parsley, mustard, packing tape, staples, glossy paper, new school clothes, notebooks, note cards- the list went on and on. It was rather long.

When you found the paper on the kitchen table, your eyes had focused right on the school supplies. Ezra had a hard time understanding why it would make you so, so anxious. But he did understand the logic behind saving money, and how it could upset you to spend past a limit. University was expensive.

“Your parents are quite well off, and I am paid well. They gave me a debit card to buy the groceries, you won't run out of money... so don't be sad,” he tried.

“It's not just that! I also don't want to disappoint them, ya know? They're both so smart and they expect a lot from me and Lilly. When mom realized how, erm, close you and I had gotten, I think she got it in her head that maybe I wanted to be like her. A mechanic, or engineer even,” you sighed.

Ezra physically rumbled, laughing. “We are rather close.”

You rolled your eyes and gently smacked his chest. “Get your mind out of the gutter weirdo.”

“Made you smile, though.”

He was right. Trying not to smile made you smile harder. You sighed with defeat, still rather anxious, but glad to have him around. “Let's just get this over with.”

Resigned to worrying about the future, you climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Ezra took the wheel and started it up, and off the two of you went. Tall suburban homes flew by, painting the world a blur of ugly, white washed brick.

“We should get the non-perishables first, like the bread and school supplies,” Ezra idly spoke up to break the silence.

You hummed. Ezra was a good butler. He'd been around about two months now, and rather enjoyed getting out of the house. His chipper mood was a great contrast to your inward tenseness. To one not already accustomed to the subtle tone changes of his voice, or the gentle expressions of his eyes, it would be nearly impossible to read his joy. But you could tell.

You could see his emotions as if they were written out before you, clear as a bell. Like earlier, when he didn't totally comprehend your apprehension. He had been confused, but still tried to comfort you. It was an endearing quality that Ezra had; always looking for solutions to problems that he didn't understand. He was a compassionate robot, and you loved that about him.

Ever since that night a few months ago, when he'd leaned you over the dining room table, the two of you were increasingly intimate. It hadn't gotten to a round two over the couch or on the corner of the washing machine, but there was always a question in the air. Would it happen again? Do you want it to happen again? Instead, you settled for the occasional cuddle. And despite Ezra's boldness with his dick, kissing him made him shy. It was adorable.

It occurred to you that you'd pushed the bad thoughts about school away by thinking about sex. What sort of deplorable little demon were you? Maybe the horny kind, you supposed.

“What are you grinning about?”

Your cheeks reddened and you shrugged. “Nothing, just about food and such,” you didn't really sound believable.

He blinked, smirk evident in his tone. “Alright. We're here.”

The grocery store was packed. People had no choice but to make room for and avoid Ezra. He was tall and took up quite a bit of space; people probably worried that he'd step on their children like ants. In reality, Ezra had wonderful reflexes. He was gentle and crept around the crowd with daintiness, not minding the occasional wide-eyed stare. In the corner of his eye, he could see a kid pointing at him.

“You'd think no one has seen a robot before,” you grumbled as you navigated the cart.

He shrugged. “You haven't come with me to the store before, this is the same reaction I always get. I'm not exactly a spick and span model designed for domestic affairs.”

The corner of your mouth twitched up. “Yeah, I noticed. Okay! So first on the list?”

Having the list memorized, he answered almost instantaneously; pointed a finger up at the isle names. “There's the bread aisle.”

So the two of you collected a couple of the close items that didn't require refrigeration. As you went along, there was some idle banter. Mostly Ezra having to scold you for trying to cram the cart with junk foods. He at least allowed you to get some candy for Lilly. She was fond of chocolate. Then he read the next goal upon the list: school supplies. In fact, there were the office isles now!

You cringed. You'd been actively pushing thought of school out of your brain since you'd arrived at the store. Suddenly the numerous, white overhead lights felt hot against your scalp. “Eugh...”

Ezra gave your head a pat. “I know it upsets you. Here, why don't we buy the most prestigious items they have, so you've only got the best when school begins. Sound good?”

You looked sick as you came into the isle. Notebooks, pens, coloring books for children, it had all the good stuff. Maybe you could get some crafts to make a hand turkey. Coat it with sticky white off-brand glue and sprinkle it with glitter. Wow. You missed kindergarten.

“How about this?” Ezra lifted a folder. It was plain black, with a slightly textured surface.

“Naaah. How about... this?” You displayed one with a puppy on it instead.

He studied it, puzzled. “That is the cheapest brand they have.”

“Yep!”

“... If that's what you'd like, [Y/N].”

“Sure is,” you declared, dropping it unceremoniously in the cart. “If it's cheap, I won't freak out about ruining it with garbage essays and shitty notes.”

He took a moment to process that answer before turning away. You were tired of thinking about school and ripped through the isle with determination to leave as soon as possible. Ezra watched blankly, lost in thought.

You sighed. There was still the matter of clothes and perishables. Ezra took the lead onward, bringing the two of you to stop among the haphazard clothes racks. After fingering through the designs nauseously, you were finally coaxed into getting a few button ups. Some bottoms were also picked up, as an after thought.

“Let's find a changing room. Quick.”

There was an older lady at the desk. She chewed gum noisily and smiled a wrinkled smile, then smiled more nervously at your towering robot. You supposed no number of bright, frivolously colors could make people lose their unease.

Ezra held his hands politely behind his back. “May I go in with them, mam?”

The lady rose a brow. “Sure, if you can fit.”

As the two of you squeezed into the fitting room, you began to whisper. “Why'd you have to follow me in? You're too big, silly!”

“I wanted to see what you looked like in the clothes,” he replied, somewhat suggestively. “Besides. What if you became lonely in here? All by yourself.”

You rolled your eyes. He took a seat behind you and you were forced to stand between his knees, the little changing room being rather cramped. You decided to try the plain blue one, first. Ezra helped you squirm out of your current get up, pulling it over your head and promptly messing up your hair, but he carefully smoothed it back down right after.

He could see your bra. And though he was facing your back, the mirror to the side gave his roving eyes access to your front; it was a perfect, personal little show.

“You're blushing, are you uncomfortable?”

“No!” You exclaimed, removing the shirt from the hanger.

Ezra laughed playfully. “Allow me. Please.”

He slipped the sleeves onto your arms, like a jacket. More intimately, he gently pressed your back towards his chest so that he could reach your front and button it up. You tried not to breathe too hard.

“You're a tease,” you whispered.

His hands smoothed the wrinkles down on your stomach, making you jump and squeak. “Well, does it fit?”

You peeked at the mirror; eyes noting the hands that still gently splayed over your belly. “Yeah, it looks good to me. Really soft.”

He nodded. Then his thumbs looped under the elastic rim of your pants. “Next?”

Silently, you helped him pull off your skinny jeans so that you could try on one of the bottoms you'd picked up on a whim. If you thought being in your bra was nerve-racking, this was way worse. As you leaned to take something from the hook, you realized he was checking out your ass. You scoffed.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.” His hands came up and softly rested against your rear, cupping the cheeks. You were no stranger to this during cuddling, but his admiring eyes were making your heart quicken.

“You're awfully touchy today, mister.”

“I love the softness of human flesh,” he gave a squeeze.

A laugh escaped your throat. “Weird way to put it Ezra. If you love it so much, why didn't you stick to your old business?”

“We've talked about this before. Clientele selfish, joints overworked,” he hummed and nuzzled your shoulder. “I'd much rather be here, with you.”

So sappy. You giggled and bit your lip, pressing your ass harder against his hands. It prompted him to knead. Mustering up much bravery, you replied. “Well, you didn't seem to have a problem working with me before.”

A hand slipped lower, over your inner thighs. “I like you.”

You nodded, spreading your legs. “So I've been told, several times. Robots are funny.”

“I'll tell you a thousand more. [Y/N], who is the tease now? It's almost if you are attempting to obtain a certain response,” he gripped your hips suddenly and jerked you back between his legs.

You squeaked and he covered your mouth, lowering his voice. “We're in public. Be quiet.”

Mouth still covered, his free hand moved low and just barely swiped over your panties. You jerked and sighed between his fingers, your hands propping you up via his thighs. He started slow, the tips of his silicone fingers softly rubbing up and down. It was just enough to make you desperate.

“You've been so stressed today,” he noted, above a whisper. “Let me help.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, leaned against him with eyes closed.

You breathed a steadying breath as the hand slipped from your mouth to your neck. The other dipped under your panties to give a harder rub.

“Feels good,” you praised, turning to kiss his rainbow cheek.

His middle finger felt through the folds, simply enjoying the sensation. Then he started to prod at your hole. Luckily, it was wet enough to give way easily and quickly, with little to no friction. You gasped as quietly as possible, hands gripping his thighs. A second finger joined the first, and then he was pumping gently. If he moved too fast the sound of wetness would become rather apparent, so slow and steady it was.

You had to bite your cheeks to refrain from whining. It had been way too long. The fingers inched out, wiping the slime up against your clit, before focusing there a second time. Suddenly the tips began to vibrate and you jolted.

“Ahhh, I didn't know you could do that!”

He chuckled with amusement and nuzzled affectionately. The vibration speed increased. Your muscles became twitchy and jerky with the sheer willpower it took to keep from mewling like a kitten. Ezra watched the mirror, loving the display.

“If you're going to cum... then cum,” he whispered commandingly.

His low voice was the last thing you needed to tip over the edge. The orgasm rocketed through your body, as if the ocean was swallowing you whole. The hand around your neck squeezed carefully, just enough pressure to remind you to keep your mouth shut. Then the vibration ceased, and it was over. The last waves ebbed down your spine as you calmed.

You caught your breath as silently as possible as he stroked your back sweetly.

“Do you feel better?” he asked.

Nod. “Doesn't make my problems go away but... wow,” you grinned.

Knock knock knock!

Ezra wasn't surprised at the abrupt interruption, but it made you straighten with fear. “S-some one's in here! One second!”

New college clothes forgotten, you scrambled to dress in what you'd come with. The older woman smiled as you passed by her desk.

“Taking any of'em home today?” she asked, unaware of the happenings.

Ezra replied for you; you were obviously still a little high off of adrenaline. “No. We will leave them on the return rack. Have a nice day.”

So the clothes were left behind and he shepherded you to the cart, to which you swiftly drove away down a random isle. Seemed like you were wandering around the store with no destination in mind. You were just nervous someone had heard you.

“Can't believe we got away with that!” You laughed mischievously, glancing around.

Ezra patted your shoulder, totally inconspicuous. “We did, flawlessly. A few times I thought you would crack.”

“Aw, no faith in me?”

“... A few times I thought I would crack, as well.”

You peeked up at him, brow risen. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, before sparing a glance down at your still pink face. “It's been a while for me, too,” he looked away.

You squinted, then it hit you. Of course! “Maaaybe we should go home?”

“The list isn't complete.”

You gave him a silly look and waggled your brow. “Ezra.. Ezra come on now, you know what I mean.”

He blinked and squinted. “Ah, I see. We can still do that after we gather the remaining perishables.”

You slumped. “You really want to wait?”

“...Not particularly.”

Patting his arm playfully and grinning a toothy grin, you exclaimed. “Then come on! Go go go!”

The bot behind you had to increase his normal walking pace to keep up as you flew down the store, aiming for the self checkout. “Th-the groceries,” you heard him stutter.

You giggled devilishly and sent an ecstatic look his way, the anxieties of the morning buried back into the deep crevices of your mind.

EPILOGUE

It took some extravagantly articulated thought to convince your parents that you were fine in your current major. Yes, you and Ezra had unintentionally grown close. But you were not interested in becoming an engineer. After a long drawn out conversation with them (ignoring a look or two of disappointment), Lilly slugged your shoulder and gave you the thumbs up.

“Way to stick it to em,” she complimented. “Now how am I gonna break it to them that I want to be a traveling rodeo clown,” she sighed dramatically.

“Who can juggle small dogs that live in old ladies' purses?”

She started to snap her fingers, then finger gunned you while walking backwards down the hall.

Such a strange girl. She'd make it okay, whatever she wanted to do in life. Despite the hollow, sick feeling one gets after an awkward talk with the parents, the support of both your sibling and your butler- boyfriend- friend with benefits(?) was a balm. You made your way upstairs to his room, where he'd retired.

The door was closed, and you rapped at the wood. There was a pause, then your heard his heavy footsteps draw near. His eyes brightened when the sound revealed to be you.

“Do you need something?” he asked courteously, voice soft.

“Just.. to talk,” you noticed a book in his hand, hanging to the side. “Sorry, were you reading?”

He nodded, then stepped out of the way. Seemed he wasn't bothered by the unexpected intrusion. You strode on in. Not much had changed about his room since he'd moved here. Other than the extra chair you'd drug up, it was relatively the same.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked, shutting the door silently and keeping a respectful distance.

Shrug. You noted how there was not a single grain of dust on the surface of his near-empty bookshelf. “I talked to mom and dad about school. It was... weird.”

Ezra nodded, waiting for more.

Taking a seat, you went on. “I can tell they think I should be doing something different with myself. And I really know they hoped that I was like, tinkering with you or something, but,” you sighed. “I don't know.”

“They were upset.”

You furrowed your brows, eyes downcast. “Yeah. I expected it. At least they're not forcing me to switch majors.”

He studied your features, then took a seat beside you in his own chair. The book rested in his lap patiently. “And you're sad,” his hand squeezed your shoulder comfortingly. “But you got it done.”

You reluctantly agreed. “I guess. I'm still terrified about failing my classes, but mom said she'd hire a tutor. I could just use the free tutors on campus but,” you rolled your eyes. “you know mom.”

Ezra would smile at that comment if he could. It was true that your caretakers could spend a bit frivolously.

“I'm glad I have you, though,” you commented quietly, expression easing up. “I hope you stick around for a long time. Even if you're not a butler in the future.”

A warm feeling overcame the girthy robot at your side. His eyes glistened and the minute movement of his inner apertures clicked, inaudible. The hand at your shoulder slipped down over your arm, then took your hand. When you looked up, he was staring with such passion that it struck you with a intense longing.

He had never felt this wonderfully certain about a partner, never in all his time of sex work. You didn't act like he was just some common 'bot. You treated him like Ezra. “You're my favorite human,” he said.

You wanted to laugh with glee. “Always a way with words,” you joked, leaning forward and nuzzling his chest. “Thank you for being here for me Ezra. Not just the.. sex or soft touches. You always make me feel better.”

Nothing delighted Ezra more to hear. The book slipped from his lap onto the floor, momentarily forgotten, as he hugged you as if you were made of china.

#robophilia #robot #exophilia #writing

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evakuality · 5 years

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They probably want clarity as well: Communication in Druck s3 (part six)

This is the sixth and final part of my discussion of the theme of communication in s3 of Druck. You can find the other parts here:

You look good tonight: Communication in Druck s3 (part one)

Make a clear statement, straight up: Communication in Druck s3 (part two)

He doesn’t talk to me: Communication in Druck s3 (part three)

Do you want to talk to me? Communication in Druck s3 (part four)

I want to tell you so much: Communication in Druck s3 (part five)

I got really caught up in all the Abi stuff this last week and so didn’t get this finished. Whoops. I mean, it was worth it, and you know, I’m here finally with the last part of this communication analysis of mine. The analysis that was supposed to be one or maybe two posts long. And yet here we are, six posts later and we’re finally finishing. Anyway. Episode ten. The one where everything comes to a nice conclusion in terms of communication. The old reliance on nonverbal communication has dissipated somewhat (though there are still heavy traces) and actually communicating verbally is suddenly ‘in’ for our lovely characters. Well, for some of them.

Of course, having said that nonverbal communication takes a back seat, we go right into a situation where nonverbal communicating is rife. In the first clip, Matteo and David know exactly what they’re doing, why they’re doing it and there’s no discussion. Out loud, anyway. It’s actually a really lovely moment, as consent is sought and given multiple times without having to verbalize it at all. It’s a very good example of how you can make consent work naturally and organically in these moments. One nice thing is the way it calls back to the conversations around Carlos and Kiki and how she wanted sex and he didn’t know, and the much more obvious parallel with Sara and her attempts with Matteo in which his nonverbal signals clearly shouted out a huge ‘no’ and which she didn’t really deal with very well. Her insinuations later (via the messages, I think, which I did swear not to talk about but which seem relevant here) that he was ‘weird’ during their intimate moments and so must be gay are so hmmmm. Consent, wanting sex, asking for it, checking in on your partner about it. These are all important things that should actually be communicated clearly and openly before you get into these situations and the casual assumption she makes that if he doesn’t want it sprung on him out of the blue it must be because he’s gay is so dodgy. Still it does serve as a nice counterpoint to what happens here. The fact that earlier in the season communication around sex was so bad (neither Kiki and Carlos nor Sara and Matteo managed to approach it well), just makes this moment here stand out more. We don’t see them talking about it but it’s clear in what they do and how they act that they are both willing and that they probably talked about it before they got to David’s place that night. The discussions in this season about how you navigate the delicate issues of sex and consent are really fascinating and I could probably write an entire many-thousand-word essay on it, but I’ll leave it there for now.

The only time they do actually speak in this clip, the apparently untranslatable nervous/excited comments, is nakedly honest. Not only is it honest, but it’s accepted and treated with understanding. The communication underlying the words is ‘I need to take this slow’ and there’s an innate understanding and acceptance of that need, a willingness to listen to what is being communicated rather than just spoken. And that’s pretty much where Matteo and David are in their relationship at the moment. It’s all out there and all on the line. ‘I love you’ is felt and has been expressed by both. They’re secure and content now, and in fact any secrets they may have had are now completely gone. Not only are they open and honest with each other but they’re also open and honest with the world. Matteo wasted no time at all in shouting his feelings to the entire world via his instagram. Indeed, he hasn’t stopped. He’s come a long way from the start of the season when he was so careful with everything and hid his true feelings behind his memes and his casually isolationist attitude. Even from more recent times when he posted cryptic things that literally only David would understand. He’s quite at ease communicating openly and honestly about who he is and who he loves.

Obviously, we then move into the next morning where there’s more open and honest communication happening. The thing here too is that we’ve been set up throughout the whole season for this point. From the beginning these two have been more willing to be vulnerable and open with each other than with other people. And that still holds true. We don’t see them have these deeply personal conversations with anyone else. It’s highly unlikely that David would so willingly talk about his past and how he’s felt about it with everyone. He’s open and out about it, yes, but that wasn’t his choice with most other people. But even though he’s seemingly okay with people knowing, he doesn’t trust them in the same way that he trusts Matteo. Part of that is obviously because he hasn’t known them for as long or as well. But it’s at least partly because, from the first moment when David shared his art notebook and Matteo respected his boundaries around what he was and wasn’t allowed to see, David has known that he can trust these parts of himself with Matteo. That hasn’t been an easy road to walk for either of them. But that early foundation is what led to this. They have always been good at communication of the important kind, and it has paid off at this point. As soon as everything was laid out for each of them this was inevitable. Because they’ve been building to this point all along and every time one or the other shared something vulnerable or fragile with the other, the other respected it. We’ve been shown all along what good communication looks like and it’s no surprise that they are able to be so casual and easy together.

The third clip is where we’re really allowed to see the point of communication in this season. In fact, the message is pushed quite a lot. Abdi serves as a reminder of where some of our characters have been: awkwardly trying to communicate via ineffective metaphors instead of real words. He’s so clueless around how to do it that he doesn’t even pick up on what the boys are so desperately trying to tell him. In fact it’s not until Matteo and David use their words clearly that he actually figures it out at all. What’s really interesting is that in episode seven, the boys had given literally the exact same advice to Matteo who instantly took it, and for whom that was a big turning point in terms of moving his relationship forward. He’d already been good at communicating with David, particularly nonverbally but with words too, but it wasn’t til that point that he actually made a ‘clear statement’ of his needs and was therefore able to make things clear and open with David. As I said when discussing that episode, neither Jonas nor Abdi was making his own ‘clear statement’ at this point and they still aren’t. The fact that this is still the advice being given shows that they’ve stagnated. Matteo and David are perfectly in their rights to be smug here. They’re actually very good examples of communicators and these other boys are still good examples of bad communicators.

Before all this, we have a discussion around Jonas’s song for graduation and it’s really quite awkward, highlighting the differences between Matteo and the other boys. Matteo states plainly that he likes the song and leaves it at that. Direct and clear. By contrast, Carlos while clearly trying to give good genuine feedback actually offends Jonas because he isn’t reading the situation very well. Jonas’s body language and actions are of someone who’s hearing stuff he doesn’t want to. But frustratingly he doesn’t say this. He just gets up and walks away and doesn’t address it. The others try to recover once they do realise but the damage is done. Unfortunately, here we have an example of communication going awry. It serves, again, to highlight just how much better at communication Matteo has become. This sort of behaviour is what he used to do, vague comments or literal walking away or isolating himself, culminating (with this group) in him finally speaking his mind to his friends by finally having enough and yelling at them and kicking them out of his house in episode 6. It’s been shown to be not healthy, and there’s clear warning for the way these boys are communicating. Of course, this again sets us up for the ‘you could say it with words’ ‘directly’ thing. They know what they’re talking about, partly because they’ve been there and done that and realised how bad it tends to go but also partly because they genuinely have good communication skills. Matteo has had to extrapolate them out from David to other people but he got there.

Abdi and Sam is an interesting example of specifically how these characters are not good at this communication business. He says here that him not getting with Sam must be his fault and there’s some truth to that because he literally hasn’t told her how he feels. But he doesn’t work that out, instead assuming (don’t make assumptions, people!) that it’s because she doesn’t want to sleep with him. But he offered her a lollipop! And she didn’t understand it! There’s no hope! Even when he’s told to tell her he equivocates. He prefers ‘sucuk with eggs’ over actually saying he likes her. He can’t possibly tell her that directly. And it is a scary thing to do, of course. We’ve all been there where saying something directly would be the best course of action but anxiety or insecurity or whatever has held us back. Unfortunately for Abdi’s progress in getting past that here, he’s encouraged by his other friends to keep with the awkward metaphors. It allows him to slide back from the actually good advice and keep thinking that he can use lollipops etc. The fact that in the recent content, even when he’s trying to be clear and open, he takes Carlos’s terrible advice to use ‘sucuk and eggs’ rather than just saying ‘hey I like you’ shows that, while it seems to have worked in the short term, he’s still not great at communicating and things are still not clear and ‘direct’ between him and Sam. The others are no better. Jonas is making awkward attempts at wooing Hanna via song and longing looks, and that too just isn’t working. Even Carlos who’s in a relationship is (at the point where we are now after the Abi stuff) not talking directly to Kiki but rather showing passive aggressive jealousy about the people she was dancing with.

Apart from Matteo and David, these characters are still not good at this, and it shows in the way all of them are having issues with their relationships (or lack of them) even to this point. We get other little hints at the way communication should be clear in the episode too. For example, in the office when Sam blurts out that they’re there to support Matteo and David and Kiki says they were trying to keep that quiet. These characters are still trying to keep things from each other and hide behind polite fictions. It’s understandable and we all do this to some extent, trying to preserve someone’s comfort etc or put our best face forward, but again here we’re told it’s better to be open. Matteo isn’t upset they’re here and so they didn’t need to hide behind the fake reason.

The message we’re being clubbed over the head with at this point is that only genuine clear communication will achieve happiness and success. Among many other messages from this season, we are being explicitly reminded that we need to talk to each other. There is an emphasis on verbal over nonverbal by this point, but there’s still a lot to be said for clear nonverbal communication; it’s just that we’re shown several times that the nonverbal can be misinterpreted, so back up with verbal communication is important. From the positive version of this in the first clip (there is a clear verbal connection to the nonverbal even while it heavily relies on the nonverbal communication) to the much less successful version in the clip with the boys talking, this is repeated over and over. Communication, in other words, is key. Just be clear and honest about it and it will all work out.

#druck #my meta stuff #davenzi

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