Still beaming, Radar plops down next to Sheogorath and scoots close enough to the radio to reach the dials. This part oughta be easy, right? All he has to do is...
...the first dial he touches doesn't budge. Huh.
His brow knits. He gives the same dial another yank, harder, but it only moves a hair's width to the right in response. "Aw, c'mon," he mutters to himself, and tries a few more of the knobs, one right after the other, as the music keeps humming along.
(That's always been the nature of his ears. He can sort through what he picks up, he can navigate what he oughta respond to and what he ought to let pass by, but he can never quite control what he hears in the first place.)
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Date: 2024-12-06 12:46 am (UTC)From:Still beaming, Radar plops down next to Sheogorath and scoots close enough to the radio to reach the dials. This part oughta be easy, right? All he has to do is...
...the first dial he touches doesn't budge. Huh.
His brow knits. He gives the same dial another yank, harder, but it only moves a hair's width to the right in response. "Aw, c'mon," he mutters to himself, and tries a few more of the knobs, one right after the other, as the music keeps humming along.
(That's always been the nature of his ears. He can sort through what he picks up, he can navigate what he oughta respond to and what he ought to let pass by, but he can never quite control what he hears in the first place.)