@ElderGod-Icefire
Seven nodded slightly. "It's…easier if I don't." he spoke pretty slowly, as if weighing each word before it came from his lips. "So…some other way would be good, yes."
Seven nodded slightly. "It's…easier if I don't." he spoke pretty slowly, as if weighing each word before it came from his lips. "So…some other way would be good, yes."
"Alright, you don't have to talk anymore. Can you write?" Teigi hummed thoughtfully to himself, trying to figure out a solution.
Seven nodded a little bit. Yes, he could write. He could also communicate through a radio, if Teigi had one that he could keep with him. He looked at the other boy calmly.
"Alright. I'll try and keep some paper on me, then. You hungry?" Teigi left the door to the guest room open, but went to the main part of the basement and opened the fridge. "We have food, if you want any."
Seven blinked, and then followed Teigi out the door to the fridge. His footsteps were quiet on the floor, and he looked around for a while before finally looking at the fridge.
The fridge mostly had leftover takeout, that had been most of his diet since he'd moved. There were a few cans of soda, and a carton of milk. The freezer mostly held microwaveable meals and ice cream. "Anything here that you'd like?"
Seven shrugged his shoulders a little bit. He didn't really care what he ate, so long as it was food. He ran his fingers through his hair, taking in a breath.
"I'll heat up some takeout, is Chinese alright?" Teigi dumped the contents of one container, fried rice, into two separate bowls and put them in the microwave. As he turned the microwave on, he returned to the fridge, and grabbed a soda. "Want anythin' to drink?"
Seven nodded in response to the first question, then again to the second. His eyes flickered around the basement quietly before returning to Teigi again.
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