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[eyediot]

we live here

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[eyediot]

Right. And not ... seeing things.

[He listens to that, head turning a little.]

Wh-what are you getting down?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh, ah. Just the basics. Flour, sugar ...

[ He sets all of them out neatly on the countertop. ]

[eyediot]

Oh. Right.

[He stands like he's thinking, then starts feeling along the edge of the counter for the little markers Tim had set up. Feels for the right one, then stops at the right marker and touches for the handle. Feels around in the drawer for the whisk, the ...what he hopes is a mixing spoon without putting his fingers all over it.

Don't mind his silence, he's trying to focus.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin opens his mouth to help - then, mercifully, stops. Decides to watch instead. ]

Got what you were after?

[eyediot]

I... hope so?

I-i'm not sure what you need. I just.. figured you'd need these at least.

[curriculum_fictae]

I think so, yes.

[ He takes the whisk and the ... can opener gently. ]

Right then. Let's start with the flower.

[eyediot]

[LOOK.... Tim's kitchen is a mystery he's still figuring out. Who the fuck puts the can opener there. He listens carefully.]

Right... Why does it feel like one of those isn't right.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Tim the fuck puts a can opener here. Probably just to mess with you.

But Algric laughs, not unkindly. ]

Because it's not a mixing spoon. Sorry.

[eyediot]

[Grumbles:] Knew it felt too heavy.

All right, what did I pick up, then?

[curriculum_fictae]

Can opener. Sorry.

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[eyediot]

[eyediot]

Tim. What the bloody hell.

[curriculum_fictae]

He's going to laugh his arse off at this.

[eyediot]

Please don't.

[He almost sounds pleading.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Okay, okay. If you rather I didn't, then I won't.

[eyediot]

I... [Slow exhale.] I appreciate that. Thank you.

[Still surly and pouting about it though. He'll just rub at the marker on the edge of the counter for a second.]

I swear I'll get the hang of this.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh, Jon. Algric is very gentle, at least, and he won't tease past Jon's comfort level here. ]

You are, Jon. Faster than I even though you would, to be completely honest.

[eyediot]

[He gives Algric the flattest look he can while blind.]

Can opener.

[curriculum_fictae]

The exception that prove my point.

[eyediot]

I'm sure.

[He sighs. Opens the drawer again and starts to just... feel everything. Get a good idea of what everything feels like now.]

Also what do you mean, 'faster than I even thought'?

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh! I just mean you're doing really well? In general. I'd be much worse at being blind, I think.

[eyediot]

Are you sure? We could try blindfolding you for a bit.

[He's joking.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Then that really would be the blind leading the blind.

[ He puts a hand on Jon's shoulder ... and pauses. Frowning? Drawing the fingers back, running his thumb along them. He felt something ... sticky? ]

[eyediot]

Mm, perhaps.

[He closes the drawer, satisfied for now. But... that touch?]

What, um. What's next?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He -

What is he feeling? The hell is that? Algric is silent a moment as he follows, it, trying to figure out where the strand is coming from? Is that a spiderweb? Why...? ]

I - er - well let's start mixing ingredients.