Teddy takes a breath in at that pause — really more of a rest - and then lets it out.
They’ve been on the other end of a musical refusal before, often with a distortion pedal involved for maximum teenage sass. Part of them thinks You knocked, they said fuck off, now go get the meds and make sure Wrench and Numbers don’t light the place on fire.
But it’ve been a cold day in hell that any of their own musical ‘no’s went unchallenged at least once, and more often than not that had been a good thing. If not actual talk, at least knowing someone gave a shit to try again.
Besides, there’s something beyond the frenetic, anxious jumps; a kind of keen to the music that knots into Teddy’s gut. Maybe them butting in isn’t what the violinist wants, but maybe another human is what they need. They’d feel pretty fucking awful if being loud and antisocial got said musician the basement treatment, anyway.
Teddy cranes their neck a little, feeling nosy but deciding it’s worth the impoliteness. They can’t quite see anything through the window beside the door, but—- They slowly walk along the porch, wondering if the layout is similar between all the houses. So far they’ve seen two and while not identical, they’re pretty cookie cutter.
There. From where the curtains hang open, at an angle, they can see a robed figure slouched on the sofa. If they recognized him at all, Teddy would have thought maybe he’d already met the doctor, especially with his chin on the wrong side. Not that it takes a meeting with Norm to be depressed. Actually, the sound is incredibly decent in its discordance considering -— everything about the scene.
Teddy worries at their lower lip, not for the first time — they’re going to have to reapply this stupid makeup already — and then just sighs and knocks on the window, three clear raps, insistent, and a wave more of ‘hello?!’ than ‘hello!’, though their expression is still concerned.
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They’ve been on the other end of a musical refusal before, often with a distortion pedal involved for maximum teenage sass. Part of them thinks You knocked, they said fuck off, now go get the meds and make sure Wrench and Numbers don’t light the place on fire.
But it’ve been a cold day in hell that any of their own musical ‘no’s went unchallenged at least once, and more often than not that had been a good thing. If not actual talk, at least knowing someone gave a shit to try again.
Besides, there’s something beyond the frenetic, anxious jumps; a kind of keen to the music that knots into Teddy’s gut. Maybe them butting in isn’t what the violinist wants, but maybe another human is what they need. They’d feel pretty fucking awful if being loud and antisocial got said musician the basement treatment, anyway.
Teddy cranes their neck a little, feeling nosy but deciding it’s worth the impoliteness. They can’t quite see anything through the window beside the door, but—- They slowly walk along the porch, wondering if the layout is similar between all the houses. So far they’ve seen two and while not identical, they’re pretty cookie cutter.
There. From where the curtains hang open, at an angle, they can see a robed figure slouched on the sofa. If they recognized him at all, Teddy would have thought maybe he’d already met the doctor, especially with his chin on the wrong side. Not that it takes a meeting with Norm to be depressed. Actually, the sound is incredibly decent in its discordance considering -— everything about the scene.
Teddy worries at their lower lip, not for the first time — they’re going to have to reapply this stupid makeup already — and then just sighs and knocks on the window, three clear raps, insistent, and a wave more of ‘hello?!’ than ‘hello!’, though their expression is still concerned.