Shops. [Did he pay for all of them? Probably not.] Nothing yet. I'm trying to decide what to try. I have no idea that the screen reacts to is the problem. It's not just touch, or it'd be going off all the time. [And Kaz wouldn't need him to find a work-around.]
It might be pressure or heat. [Though if that was the case it's possible it would be going off every time it hit his leg in his pocket. There must be some trick to it.] Lend me a pair of the gloves and I can test that for you?
I'm not too sure about pressure, considering you don't need much as it is. Heat though. That's a possibility. [And Saints were the possibilities endless when it came to technology they don't quite understand.] I've got loads, so I think I can lend you a pair or two.
I'm sure we'll figure out the trick to it. There has to be a trick. [It was fascinating what the small piece of new technology could do, so now to figure out how it works.] Great! Bring a pair to my room and I'll do a few things with them.
And what kind of things are you planning for these poor gloves, Wylan? [Because the merch walked into it, because where there is a shot for innuendo Jesper takes it. Because he just has to nettle, try and fluster him at every chance.
[He doesn't respond, putting the phone away as he goes to answer the door. He opens it up and leans in the doorframe with a smile, arms crossing over his chest.]
Impeccable. [He punctuates this by leaning in with a teasing grin.]
But I do believe I came here with the intent to bestow you with these. [He holds out the pair of gloves he had grabbed.] For science and other nefarious purposes.
[No nefarious purposes for the gloves at this time. He has some thoughts about how they could get the gloves to work but he'd need to keep testing things with Jesper. He pauses, looking up at Jesper with a smile.]
And Small Science. I think we're going to figure this out together.
I think you might be right on that. Considering some of the plans you've managed in a pinch, we should manage something workable.
[He's no fool, he's fairly certain Wylan's the brains of this outfit when it came to the two of them. Jesper might be smart as a whip in his own right, but Wylan had his way of coming up with some ingenious stuff.]
Not sure what exactly you'll need my talents for but...I've been practicing.
If I can figure out how this works, we'll need your talents to alter the gloves. I'm starting to think that it's not going to be entirely easy but if we figure it out.... [Well Kaz will be able to utilize his phone with his gloves on.
And if there was a winter in Hell that required gloves, that would help as well.]
So are you going to tell me how you acquired so many pairs of gloves, or is that just your secret?
[Talking about their job was the perfect opportunity to avoid talking about what happened at the carnival. Just thinking about it has him lightly blushing.]
[Because it was a matter of when, as far as Jesper was concerned. Once they cracked how the screens worked, it'd only be down to time in getting something to work with it.]
Why so curious? I bought some of them, honest--pocketed the rest. [It's an answer that requires little thought, and he's not going to hide a matter of petty theft from Wylan.] You're thinking about more than the gloves.
[It's not as though that blush would escape his notice.]
[Because it was just a matter of time before they would figure out how the phones worked enough to make the gloves work. He's not surprised that Jesper stole a bunch of gloves. Wait.]
How did you buy them? [He looks at Jesper curiously.] What did you use? I don't think the demons would accept kruge.
[He blinks, before sighing.] Just that... maybe we should talk? About the carnival? [He runs his fingers through his hair.] I just don't know what about.
Barter system. They don't really seem to care, so I probably could have swiped them all. Just seemed fair to offer up odds and ends. [And other things he stole, thank you very much.] Though we might need to think of a way to make some scratch if they start wanting cash.
[Ah, there it is. He's honestly surprised it hadn't come up sooner, if he's honest.] Right. The carnival and all that entailed. [He looks up and down the hall before pushing Wylan back into the suite.] Best to talk without a possible audience, I think.
[He's not surprised to be pushed back into the suite, grateful that his roommates seemed to be out at the moment. Wylan glances behind him before he finds himself sitting down in the closest chair. This was going to be an interesting conversation. He rubs at his temples, trying to find the right words to say.]
So. ....that was a thing. [He starts, and realizes how stupid he sounds. He sighs, moving to cover his face.] Sorry I just don't know where to start.
[Jesper follows him, taking up a nearby seat. He carries himself with the same casual ease as always, except for the way his fingers are tapping out a staccato on the arm rest.]
A thing. That's...a word for it. [He doesn't know what to say about it either. But there's the weight of the expectations this conversation carries--and where it could all lead--that has him on edge.] Might want to start with how you feel about it all after the fact. You're the one that was riding a bit of a high--
[He sighs.] I should start by apologizing for letting it go that far with that in mind.
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Sorry Wylan.]
And can I watch?
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I did say I had plenty of pairs. And you're the one that left it ambiguous.
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[Please excuse him for the barely contained laughter. And for the fact this boy isn't the type to stop if he's on a roll.]
Is that all you want?
[Pushing the boundaries, or completely innocent follow-up? With Jesper it could well be a bit of both.]
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[He rubs his face again, dropping his hands as he rolls his eyes.]
But yes, Jesper. That's all I want.
[For now. He'll think of something later he's certain.]
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[But at least, as he continues to be a shit, the camera shifts as he gathers up a couple of pairs of gloves from his horde and heads out the door.]
Better not keep me waiting when I get to your door, Wylan.
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[He laughs lightly, shaking his head.]
I won't keep you waiting. I'll see you in a minute.
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[But there's only so much time for teasing in the short walk between their rooms. The video cuts just before--knock, knock, knock.]
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So, gloves? [He holds his hand out.]
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[He goes so far as to place a hand over his wounded heart.]
You really must find better company, the Dregs are ruining your fine manners, Wylan.
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[He teases, rolling his eyes at his remarks. At least he has a sense of humor.]
My manners are fine and well. [He points out.] I think.
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But I do believe I came here with the intent to bestow you with these. [He holds out the pair of gloves he had grabbed.] For science and other nefarious purposes.
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[No nefarious purposes for the gloves at this time. He has some thoughts about how they could get the gloves to work but he'd need to keep testing things with Jesper. He pauses, looking up at Jesper with a smile.]
And Small Science. I think we're going to figure this out together.
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[He's no fool, he's fairly certain Wylan's the brains of this outfit when it came to the two of them. Jesper might be smart as a whip in his own right, but Wylan had his way of coming up with some ingenious stuff.]
Not sure what exactly you'll need my talents for but...I've been practicing.
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And if there was a winter in Hell that required gloves, that would help as well.]
So are you going to tell me how you acquired so many pairs of gloves, or is that just your secret?
[Talking about their job was the perfect opportunity to avoid talking about what happened at the carnival. Just thinking about it has him lightly blushing.]
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[Because it was a matter of when, as far as Jesper was concerned. Once they cracked how the screens worked, it'd only be down to time in getting something to work with it.]
Why so curious? I bought some of them, honest--pocketed the rest. [It's an answer that requires little thought, and he's not going to hide a matter of petty theft from Wylan.] You're thinking about more than the gloves.
[It's not as though that blush would escape his notice.]
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[Because it was just a matter of time before they would figure out how the phones worked enough to make the gloves work. He's not surprised that Jesper stole a bunch of gloves. Wait.]
How did you buy them? [He looks at Jesper curiously.] What did you use? I don't think the demons would accept kruge.
[He blinks, before sighing.] Just that... maybe we should talk? About the carnival? [He runs his fingers through his hair.] I just don't know what about.
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[Ah, there it is. He's honestly surprised it hadn't come up sooner, if he's honest.] Right. The carnival and all that entailed. [He looks up and down the hall before pushing Wylan back into the suite.] Best to talk without a possible audience, I think.
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[He's not surprised to be pushed back into the suite, grateful that his roommates seemed to be out at the moment. Wylan glances behind him before he finds himself sitting down in the closest chair. This was going to be an interesting conversation. He rubs at his temples, trying to find the right words to say.]
So. ....that was a thing. [He starts, and realizes how stupid he sounds. He sighs, moving to cover his face.] Sorry I just don't know where to start.
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A thing. That's...a word for it. [He doesn't know what to say about it either. But there's the weight of the expectations this conversation carries--and where it could all lead--that has him on edge.] Might want to start with how you feel about it all after the fact. You're the one that was riding a bit of a high--
[He sighs.] I should start by apologizing for letting it go that far with that in mind.
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