I'm not even sure you need a hammer. [Reference. Lost.] It should just be sliding the pieces together which is the easy part. And the sooner I get this all set up the better. I can stop stepping on everything spread out everywhere.
Because that is technically what it is. [The instructions are easy and John's still putting away his clothes while this is going on.] Otherwise my books and my movies are all going on the floor and that will probably not work.
Then maybe I do not think normally like people since I specifically bought those so I wouldn't have to fuck with hammers and nails. But I get your point. [Books go here, clothes go here, a gray blanket that was definitely blue once goes here...] Once that's built the rest will go by in no time.
I guess I could be if I tried. I haven't seen a reason to be yet though. [The shelf is set up and he grins brightly.] Thanks, Dave. That'll help with those two boxes on the floor.
And what kind of metric is that? [Dave opens the next box and he's greeted with a bunch of movies. They range from good movies to movies that give off John's questionable taste. While he's doing that, John's opening a smaller box to pull out a few other items including a deck of cards, a mouse, a pair of headphones, etc.] I'll just rearrange them later if I have to.
...I mean, usually I do it by how much they rock, or color, or alphabetical, or director...it depends on the day? I will be less annoying and go alphabetically for now.
Alphabetical will work for me. Until one of us gets bored. I don't think I really have an organized system so that is better than what I could come up with. Thanks? [He's busy pulling out some other books, too, to stick in the shelves.]
In a different box! [He uses a book to point at another box by Dave's feet.] I have a lot of it so they were separated into their own case even though I have a lot on my computer, too.
Music. [ a pause - wait, he knows he said something earlier about guessing the major, but like - ] Can't tell me you've never made up at least a stupid song in the shower. Everyone does it?
Of course people make up stupid songs in the shower. Or in general? They're not hard to make up if you're not really thinking about them. But I do not have anything really off the top of my head. [At least he looks apologetic? Even though he's probably lying.] Sorry.
I don't sing, so no deal. [He's grabbing his box of music and begins to open it, quickly sorting through it. There are piles and piles of CDs, cassettes, an old iPod, packs of guitar strings and if Dave happens to catch it there goes a handful of blank music sheets and some composition books that promptly go in a drawer.]
Also that is false because twinkle twinkle little star is universally easier to mash up into new stuff.
[He's uneasy suddenly, giving Dave a mildly skeptical look even though his expression otherwise tells nothing. The books go away, the CDs and tapes are stacked on the desk.]
I don't sing. [It's not as much of a protest, though the end of the sentence ends in a higher tone more like a question.] And I don't write. So...[Shrug.] Sorry dude. I'll try really hard to make something up later.
[He doesn't share much of what he writes anymore. He only plays when he feels like it. And it's a stupid cycle because he still loves it, but it's not something he wants to dedicate himself to when he's still deciding. So. music is a passion but it's not the thing he wants to focus on. Not today.]
Don't worry about it. [ at the very least it's completely impossible to tell what dave thinks or doesn't; his expression doesn't shift at all as he methodically finishes up sorting his current box and then opens another. it's always nice to know he's inscrutable to at least most people as long as he keeps his mouth shut.
he never worked on that part much back then but maybe he should start now, shit. ]
Your tragic lack of nursery rhyme acumen is duly noted. [ that's more distracted than it isn't as he focuses on the task at hand, speaking more quietly out of simple habit and lack of care. ]
[...he shuts a drawer with a little more force than necessary as he starts creating more stacks on the desk.]
I'm out of practice. That is all. So. Note that. [Weirdly he feels as though he's somehow disappointed the guy and yet they are complete strangers. It's near impossible to disappoint a stranger, isn't it?]
and john doesn't know how his smiles work. so one thrown over his shoulder, visible in a way they're usually not when he's purely genuine but more when he's giving himself or someone else a hard time, probably isn't easy to discern if john even catches it. ]
I'm gonna note the acumen thing, it's way funnier. Also: vocabulary word involved.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[ they're yours.
but he will take the box regardless, and start to unpack it at normal speed. normal-fast speed. ]
no subject
no subject
[ THAT IMPLIES CARPENTRY he doesn't do this kind of thing much...but once he finds instructions, dave can start following those easily? ]
no subject
no subject
[ he's competently putting it together even as he bitches, at least. ]
no subject
no subject
[ as fast as normal-fast humans can go. ]
You look like the kind of guy who'd be pretty handy with a hammer and nails, though?
no subject
no subject
[ he apparently still intends to help...and goes to open the next box. ]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Of course people make up stupid songs in the shower. Or in general? They're not hard to make up if you're not really thinking about them. But I do not have anything really off the top of my head. [At least he looks apologetic? Even though he's probably lying.] Sorry.
no subject
[ he shoots a look over his shoulder at john, raising his eyebrows. ]
Come on. I'll even let you use the tune to the itsy bitsy spider. Can't go easier than that.
no subject
Also that is false because twinkle twinkle little star is universally easier to mash up into new stuff.
no subject
[ he doesn't remember one way or the other. he had never heard john sing. ]
no subject
I don't sing. [It's not as much of a protest, though the end of the sentence ends in a higher tone more like a question.] And I don't write. So...[Shrug.] Sorry dude. I'll try really hard to make something up later.
[He doesn't share much of what he writes anymore. He only plays when he feels like it. And it's a stupid cycle because he still loves it, but it's not something he wants to dedicate himself to when he's still deciding. So. music is a passion but it's not the thing he wants to focus on. Not today.]
no subject
he never worked on that part much back then but maybe he should start now, shit. ]
Your tragic lack of nursery rhyme acumen is duly noted. [ that's more distracted than it isn't as he focuses on the task at hand, speaking more quietly out of simple habit and lack of care. ]
no subject
I'm out of practice. That is all. So. Note that. [Weirdly he feels as though he's somehow disappointed the guy and yet they are complete strangers. It's near impossible to disappoint a stranger, isn't it?]
no subject
and john doesn't know how his smiles work. so one thrown over his shoulder, visible in a way they're usually not when he's purely genuine but more when he's giving himself or someone else a hard time, probably isn't easy to discern if john even catches it. ]
I'm gonna note the acumen thing, it's way funnier. Also: vocabulary word involved.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)