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Arthur Lester ([personal profile] lestercraft) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-12-19 12:34 pm

Part Two: The Partner

Who: Arthur Lester ([personal profile] lestercraft) & John Doe([personal profile] dies_irate)
What: Catching John up/ catch all for December
When: All month!
Where: Arthur's apartment, other places available
Warning(s): Discussion of Malevolent s5

dies_irate: (bzuah?)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
John will look around curiously, the piano getting an obvious double look before he pointedly doesn't look at Arthur. Then he'll start peering through the doorways, though he stays in the hallway.

"Like what?"
dies_irate: (peering)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
John floats in, but it's clear he doesn't... know what he's supposed to do.

He lives here now? What does that mean? Items? He doesn't have anything. Hobbies?

"Do you... I-is there a bookshelf?"
dies_irate: (soft glance)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"All right," he says, still clearly off kilter. Arthur is clearly being hospitable but it's all...

"The print shop makes... books. Right. And there's one just downstairs." He looks back at the door. "Do you have a detective partner?"
dies_irate: (urk)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
John has no idea what he's allowed. It's never been an issue. Where Arthur went, he went. He was where Arthur's body was. Everything's confused now.

...he's not even sure if Arthur's talking about him or Parker. He hates that. And he's not sure he wants to ask.

"Oh. Um. Well, if you need any help. I, uh... I do... i-intend to get a job. The mayor said that they needed people."
dies_irate: (ugggggh)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as he's invited, he sits on the bed, the tentacles and smoke splaying out along the ground. One might gently coil towards his foot but draw back when he realizes what he's doing. Then he looks to Arthur and nods.

"R-right. Of course! Yes. We're partners. I'm your partner." He sounds a little more solid now. "I'm just-"

He shakes his head.

"I don't... know how to do this. Any of this. Having... a job. A-and hobbies." A pause. "...I don't suppose they have films here."
dies_irate: (worried)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
The hand is clawed but it is, at least, a hand. The pure black fingers make Arthur's look pale in comparison, but the size difference isn't that bad. Arthur has pianist's hands, after all.

He nods. Then nods again, determined.

"A-and I'm going to help. I'm going to be useful." Not a parasite. And not... not a problem. No more lying to Arthur. No more- none of that shit. No more.

"Is there- I mean, is there work to do now?"
dies_irate: (peering)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
If anything, telling him about all the facets of his life at once is a refreshing change of pace back to what he's used to: namely several factors going on at once making for an overall crisis. This whole 'regular food and water, place to sleep, employment' is weird and new and John's not sure what he's supposed to do while no one's hunting them down or trying to murder them actively.

...and he likes Arthur playing with his hand. It's nice.

"Your other job? So... I should have two?"
dies_irate: (soft glance)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-19 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh.

John's eyes flicker over to the piano.

"Maybe I can help fill the gaps," he says slowly. "If you can help me figure out what job I should take. I-I know you didn't want me to rush into things but I want to help."
dies_irate: (deep inhale)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-20 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Farming?" he asks, not quite frowning but there's definitely a feeling of 'frown' to it. "I'm not sure I'd like to be that far away. Hmm. What do you think I'd be suited for in town?"
dies_irate: (hearteyes)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-20 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur will get to watch him visibly perk up at the mention of an 'artisan', of being a creator: eyes glowing brighter, tentacles shifting, the whole ten yards. If there is one thing that's clear, it's that John definitely shouldn't be the one playing any poker games.

"An artisan? I could- I could... make things?"
dies_irate: (half crown grin)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-20 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"O-obviously, right, yes," but he still looks so. excited. The golden eyes widen again as he's clearly thinking going through the options, intrigued by all of them. To make jewelry, rings and bracelets and necklaces, beautiful golden things with jewels. Or weaving! He could weave Arthur a blanket, or the fabric for a suit, make him new clothes just how he'd like them! A-and smithing! He's not even sure what that would do, but he could smith! It's probably important.

"What do you think I'd be good at?"
dies_irate: (half crown grin)

Re: For John

[personal profile] dies_irate 2024-12-20 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
A couple of them slide on either side of his foot but don't coil, and John wonders at the strange feeling in his chest that blooms when Arthur says 'I don't want you getting hurt' that he doesn't entirely understand. But he does understand that it feels nice and warm and has him wanting to wrap all his tentacles around Arthur again just to have him securely.

He doesn't, but the feeling is noted. Instead, he clears his throat.

"So not smithing," because he doesn't- he doesn't want to work somewhere that will worry Arthur. "But I don't really know what you mean by that. I can change their shape and size. How many of them I reach out. It's like using your hand."

But better.

"But better."

Wait.

"More natural. To me. I mean."

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