"Used to it" is a bit of a weird way to say it, but a handful of homes have one of these nowadays.
[ The anachronism is wild but if like, two houses in a backwaters-ass place like Prehevil can have a television, surely he had a few in his Rondon estate. ]
I'm not much of an avid watcher, but it's nice to have for background noise, or to keep up with the news.
[ daan like i have money, i have a tv in every room. but pats next to her for him to join. we can watch tv, asks the mods if they give spooky jumpscares (no) ]
[ Could you imagine. Claws at the front door for Miro to release the DLC expansion I would kill to be able to see what the von Dutch estate looks like, throws up.
Sure, he can sit a bit. ]
Like that. A little bit of white noise goes a long way to making you more productive.
[ Installs a white noise machine in his head to block out da voices. ]
It used to be go out on a walk... maybe reserve a nice dinner evening at a nice place on the upper end... or just stay inside, have some quality physical time spent together.
[ Just got his elbow on the couch arm, looking at whatever incomprehensible nonsense is playing on the screen. The emotions are a dull sadness, nostalgia, want for a person that's no longer here. ]
[ an ear flicks now and then to whatever noise comes from the screen, but she seems mostly focused on him. listening and. you know, it's nothing she's heard from him directly before so. ]
Incredible woman. Always bright and curious. Maybe occasionally a little bit too much so, like her father, but I don't regret a single day spent with her.
[ And just for a moment, Izutsumi can feel just. An absolutely gaping maw of something inexorably negative, a black hollowness of grief and despair, intermixed with far smaller blips of frustration, blame, hate. Not necessarily at himself, but some parts of it not necessarily not, either. ]
someone or anyone really would be much better at comforting him here, with gentle words or even some kind of gentle hand. but daan has to just suffer with izutsumi awkwardly reaching out to softly pat his arm. it's incredibly awkward as if izutsumi doesn't know what to do, or how to even comfort someone.
like she's never done it before or even received that kind of comfort in her life. but she is Attempting and really is trying. based on the small quiet blips of worry. ]
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[ Or a cartoon? Idk he's from a bleak 1942 but things are also consistently anachronistic, maybe there's morning cartoons. ]
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The what?
[ she's too medival-esqu for this stuff. she looks SO lost ]
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Anyway he's coming over and turning on the TV then. Whoa! Some kind of lame-ass variety perhaps. ]
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becomes an ipad kid (no) though she watches for a bit, then looks at him confusedly. ]
You're used to this?
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[ The anachronism is wild but if like, two houses in a backwaters-ass place like Prehevil can have a television, surely he had a few in his Rondon estate. ]
I'm not much of an avid watcher, but it's nice to have for background noise, or to keep up with the news.
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[ daan like i have money, i have a tv in every room. but pats next to her for him to join. we can watch tv, asks the mods if they give spooky jumpscares (no) ]
Sorta like your music?
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Sure, he can sit a bit. ]
Like that. A little bit of white noise goes a long way to making you more productive.
[ Installs a white noise machine in his head to block out da voices. ]
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Just don't be productive. Take it easy. Be lazy.
[ like her! :) ]
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It's tempting, sometimes.
[ Unfortunately, he just cannot sit around... ]
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[ you work too hard man. fastforward to freaken TOMORROW ]
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[ What a Thursday, huh? ]
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What do you do to take breaks?
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[ Just got his elbow on the couch arm, looking at whatever incomprehensible nonsense is playing on the screen. The emotions are a dull sadness, nostalgia, want for a person that's no longer here. ]
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With who?
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...Elise. My wife. Ex...wife. [ It's always a bit weird to call her that. ] She died.
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What was she like?
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[ However his sense of time is so fucked up by now. It feels like it's been years. ]
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[ not an accusatory thing despite her normal attitude, just curious. ]
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At least, a decent idea of it.
[ And just for a moment, Izutsumi can feel just. An absolutely gaping maw of something inexorably negative, a black hollowness of grief and despair, intermixed with far smaller blips of frustration, blame, hate. Not necessarily at himself, but some parts of it not necessarily not, either. ]
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someone or anyone really would be much better at comforting him here, with gentle words or even some kind of gentle hand. but daan has to just suffer with izutsumi awkwardly reaching out to softly pat his arm. it's incredibly awkward as if izutsumi doesn't know what to do, or how to even comfort someone.
like she's never done it before or even received that kind of comfort in her life. but she is Attempting and really is trying. based on the small quiet blips of worry. ]
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It's past. Don't worry about it.
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[ SURE!!! anyways, makes herself more comfortable. ] M'staying here tonight. Too lazy to head up.
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[ At least the blankets are high-quality and comfortable as shit. Nice. ]
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