"...No, I guess not," he says slowly. He looks down at his hands; rubs his fingertips together. Something sings in the friction-or-lack-thereof, something he'd only half noticed until Sheogorath pointed it out. But now it's really bugging him, enough that he keeps trying to wipe his hands on his pants as he takes a seat in the kitchen, grimacing when the noise strikes at odd angles against the taste in his mouth.
Okay. Breathe. Focus on one thing. Maybe the ripples again? Yeah, that'll help.
"Here, pour a taste on the sound, and you'll feel like home."
He sets a plate in front of Radar, practically overflowing with biscuits and sausage gravy and those sweet little baby carrots that taste good dipped in just about anything.
Radar jumps a little at the soft clink of the plate settling on the table. He blinks down at it, running a fingertip along the wake the noise left behind. Luckily, its path collides with the fork right next to the plate, so he doesn't get too distracted and wander away from the food.
He digs in. And oh, good, Sheogorath was right, as soon as that taste hits his mouth it's like someone took the drifting balloon in his head and tied it down to something nice and heavy. Much better! Boy it tastes good, too. When he lets out an appreciative mmmm! and starts shoveling the food in with his usual gusto, the sound tastes a lot more like real stuff than some sour color-motion-thing.
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Date: 2025-03-23 03:36 pm (UTC)From:Okay. Breathe. Focus on one thing. Maybe the ripples again? Yeah, that'll help.
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Date: 2025-03-30 12:24 am (UTC)From:He sets a plate in front of Radar, practically overflowing with biscuits and sausage gravy and those sweet little baby carrots that taste good dipped in just about anything.
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Date: 2025-04-04 02:12 am (UTC)From:He digs in. And oh, good, Sheogorath was right, as soon as that taste hits his mouth it's like someone took the drifting balloon in his head and tied it down to something nice and heavy. Much better! Boy it tastes good, too. When he lets out an appreciative mmmm! and starts shoveling the food in with his usual gusto, the sound tastes a lot more like real stuff than some sour color-motion-thing.