[ the smell of hotdogs is a lot like the smell of cigarettes - permeating, distinct, and eye-watering. tetora stares for longer than might be polite at the man with hotdogs, a tin, and a sack standing in front of the open shutters, before ushering him in with a quick nod.
when the shutters are completely pulled shut, tetora reaches out to micro's arm and taps in morse: ]
welcome to my room tadaa
[ it's sparse; all of the noisemaker items have been stripped from it, exposing the wiring and the unpainted patches where metal and plastic used to be. in one corner is a wicker basket with arm-length pieces of metal, rubber, and pvc, the whole thing padded with the bed's short sheet at the bottom to keep it from rattling.
three guesses as to what those pieces are for. ]
the shutters need soundproofing first you cool with that ?
[ the morse code is familiar and david cracks a smile, shaking his head. he doesn't really look around because there's not much to see anyway, and david's not exactly here to analyze tetora's living arrangements. ]
Yeah I can work with that.
[ he sets his things to the side, pulling out the muslin and mats from his pack and starts doing his thing. since he soundproofed akira's clinic and has begun the process of soundproofing all of house six, the whole process actually has started to feel therapeutic. it helps that there's no added pressure of keeping his best friend tied up, but details. ]
[ getting to work is easy, after they get settled in. it takes all of a few minutes before they're falling into rhythm, oiling rusted-over hinges and padding the edges with stuffing. sealing the corners up to keep the wind from whistling in. little tasks that would normally be tedious take on a different atmosphere, and tetora would be loathe to admit it, but he likes it. this. the whole process of sealing up a room like they're shutting out the rest of the world in the process.
after a while, they take a break. tetora's breathing is pleasantly ragged, a pale sheen of sweat covering his skin. they've worked in utter silence for what felt like minutes, but turned out to be longer. time runs faster when you're moving slowly, it turns out. ]
i'm worried about acoustics, [ he taps out on the floor. ] ceiling's too high, gonna have to insulate.
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when the shutters are completely pulled shut, tetora reaches out to micro's arm and taps in morse: ]
welcome to my room
tadaa
[ it's sparse; all of the noisemaker items have been stripped from it, exposing the wiring and the unpainted patches where metal and plastic used to be. in one corner is a wicker basket with arm-length pieces of metal, rubber, and pvc, the whole thing padded with the bed's short sheet at the bottom to keep it from rattling.
three guesses as to what those pieces are for. ]
the shutters need soundproofing first
you cool with that ?
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Yeah I can work with that.
[ he sets his things to the side, pulling out the muslin and mats from his pack and starts doing his thing. since he soundproofed akira's clinic and has begun the process of soundproofing all of house six, the whole process actually has started to feel therapeutic. it helps that there's no added pressure of keeping his best friend tied up, but details. ]
time jump ahoy
after a while, they take a break. tetora's breathing is pleasantly ragged, a pale sheen of sweat covering his skin. they've worked in utter silence for what felt like minutes, but turned out to be longer. time runs faster when you're moving slowly, it turns out. ]
i'm worried about acoustics, [ he taps out on the floor. ] ceiling's too high, gonna have to insulate.
how's hotdog?