Russell
I might be glad to hear it. Or just nervous.
Thu Sep 28, 2017 22:34
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Fidgeting aimlessly with the fingers of his gloves, Russell managed a sort of nod/shrug when Holland asked more about his light -- preferences? Was that the right word? No, not really, it was more a need than a want for him. Regardless. He nodded/shrugged. “Most lights,” he echoed. “I guess, if it was just… behind, that’d be better? But it’s never ideal.” Quite often Russell felt like the only person in the world who wasn’t in the dark (unfortunately not literally) about just how reflective every surface could be. Even the walls in the Passages could catch him off-guard on occasion when he caught a glint of distant torchlight at the wrong angle. But apparently, this was a fact of reality that no one else paid attention to, or perhaps no one else was even capable of seeing it, since it was his eyes that were defective-est.

He declined to comment on how well closing his eyes worked. The short answer was not at all but that would inevitably lead to the long answer, which was equal parts about how eyelids alone were too thin to block out light and how nystagmus plus his general constant eye-twitchiness meant he couldn’t actually keep his eyes consistently closed and that in turn would probably inspire curious questions about how he managed to sleep which was, again, both a short story (eye masks) and a long story (he had to wear quite snug masks because the tightness was a necessary reminder that he was wearing one at all, otherwise sometimes he got up and forgot and started going about his day and then walked into a wall), and all told, none of those were particularly attractive appealing details that he wished to share with Holland anyone.

“Really?” He probably shouldn’t be surprised, because magic, but still, it was incredibly nice of Holland to be thinking of him. In turn without thinking, he voiced this. “That’s so nice of you. Thanks, yes, I’d, I’d like to try that.” Russell regretted voicing this almost instantly, because he felt himself almost instantly blushing again and oh, gosh, this was not normal, not even for him. He bit his tongue (unfortunately literally) to keep himself from protesting that Holland might not be fine, since what else could he offer here, really? He wasn’t strong enough to carry them down, and he doubted they would let him, either. He wasn’t fast enough to transfigure the stairs into a slide for them, and also he had left his wand in his dorm because of course he had. So instead Russell just watched them leave, as promised, and absently stuffed a breadcrumb he found in his pocket into his topknot instead for Jaws.

Rethinking over Holland’s reaction, he was starting to suspect that they wouldn’t be styling his hair in a rodent-appropriate way. Well, maybe they would if he asked, but it sounded like they were gonna put in some actual effort to find a way to cut his hair in the dark, so of course he couldn’t ask and impede them further. That would be rude. But it would also be rude to Jaws to just kick the critter out of its habitual nest on top of his head. Sigh.

  • That might be okay - Holland, Sun Sep 24 18:00
    “ Can you do it in the dark? ” What? Oh, haircuts. “I mean, I need light to see what I’m doing, like anyone else. Are most lights still too bright even with sunglasses or just closing your eyes?” But ... more
    • I might be glad to hear it. Or just nervous. - Russell, Thu Sep 28 22:34
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