un: weaseling

[deuteranope]

Note/textbook highlighting/ease of reading
€10-15

Editing/proofreading
€15-20

Tutoring: french, eng, maths, science
cost depends on grade and if they're fucking annoying

Coffee delivery
cost of drink/food + €5

Tattoo design
depends what it is but they can just go to a real fucking artist if I don't cut the cost

Catsitting
€10/hr maybe just cat glamour shots

Fistfight
do this shit for free

Drinking buddy
pay for my drinks tbh

Healing??
no fuck charging for that

and tell them all to get me shit for bday

[when you accidentally post instead of saving a draft]

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[unpocoloco]

[He bobs his head, mouth pressing. He can only vaguely see Maverick by the lit end of the cigarette and still not much. That doesn't mean Maverick can't see him.]

Keep bearing with me. I know this is... [He looks for words and fails to find better ones.] A pain in the ass. But put up with me a bit longer.

When it went cold, what were you feeling? Or sensing. Or even imagining.

[deuteranope]

[He's too emotionally stupid for this, and it's frustrating because all he wants to say is that he doesn't know and have that be good enough. What was he supposed to do when he just doesn't fucking know?

It would be so easy to snap at Héctor again, but he chews on the inside of his cheek instead.]

I was...thinking it's fucking stupid, but the candle fucking went out. I had both fucking thoughts right fucking there, but I couldn't fucking tie 'em together. Or like -- like I was trying to hotwire it, but there weren't any exposed wires.

[unpocoloco]

[He gets a thoughtful look, staring down at the desk as he puzzles that. Like trying to hotwire it...]

...That might actually be it. [He holds up a finger, bidding Maverick to wait while he sorts out the thought.] I hadn't even considered but it would make sense.

[And it's been done before. Peter had tried it well before he'd come to him. Maybe the solution wasn't one or the other, but both.]

You've got a candle but you need a match. Or a key to pull the wires out but we'll stick with one metaphor. Maybe, what we need is another candle. It's more than possible to transfer radiance from one candle to another, give a boost. We just need someone with the control who's willing to give you a spark.

[But he doesn't want to get too excited. He keeps his hand up.]

Just, to make sure we're looking at all the angles here, another question. I'll try not to give too many more.

... What does the Radiance mean to you? When you think of using it of having it, is there anything you hope for? ... or fear?

[deuteranope]

[The idea of jumpstarting it using someone else's help is...scary. Cold, not that he makes that connection just yet. Best to just focus on what the other's saying.]

It's the thing I'm supposed to be able to do, what the fuck else would it be? [But...] If I could do it, I could actually fucking do something about vamps and other fuckers like that. I can fucking fight, sure, but I'm human. There's only so much I can fucking do on my own.

[unpocoloco]

I can understand that.

[He's really no stronger than humans. Even weaker in some senses. There are just less ways for him to die. Still plenty to be afraid of.

But...]

... I'm wondering. I stayed away so you wouldn't hurt me. You want your radiance to protect yourself. What if... what if we tried something smaller. Something that... would be so small it would only have me standing back if I were there. Forget what it can do... forget vampires, forget the dead, forget everything that you're afraid and that you want this for. Just... try and make a light. So I can see you in the camera. No bigger than that. And if nothing happens, noticing what you feel so we can explain if we get another candle involved.

Would you be willing to try with me? One more time?

[deuteranope]

[Long. Pause.

He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to have his task dumbed down, he doesn't want to risk failing again at something that was supposed to be so, so easy, and he doesn't want Héctor to witness him failing. Hadn't he done enough of that? It certainly felt like a lot when it was his pride being ripped away from him.

His smoky exhale is shaky.]

...My shift starts soon. I should go.

[He can't lose anymore tonight.]

[unpocoloco]

[He falls quiet himself. He pulls a quiet breath and presses his mouth together. Then, slowly, he nods.]

Alright, mijo.

[He understands. He knows it's not just a work shift. But he doesn't point it out. He's let the kid doesn't. He doesn't need to do more.]

I'm sorry I... I couldn't do more to help. Take care, okay?

[deuteranope]

[There's a breath like he's preparing to say something, but words don't come as easily as he knows they should. Especially since they're brushing this off. It should be a breeze, but it's a quiet sigh instead.

Instead of pinpointing how he'd like to react, Maverick just vaguely waves his hand at the screen and hangs up. Bye.]