[Ryan perches on the arm of the couch, watching him curiously. His thoughts are definitely more interesting than most-- people don't usually react to unexpected telepathy that way, with amusement rather than shock.]
[ he rolls so he's on his back, folding and arm under his head and using the other one to brush his bangs out of his eyes.
amusement is better than fear with telepathy. harry could be read like a book if they guy is strong enough. so he's intrigued. is he being read right now? does he have any deep dark secrets even worth prying into? probably not. harry thinks he might have a loophole to it, anyway. what if he started thinking in another language? would it automatically translate or would the guy be completely lost on his thoughts if he doesn't know it?
Can one actively keep thinking in another language?, he thinks out loud - in italian. ]
You could say I'm empathic, yeah. Everyone's negative moods bring me down. Good moods up.
[Once he's on his back and Ryan's got a better look at his face-- he doesn't watch it so much as stare. That's a face he's seen before, just on someone completely different; he'd picked up thoughts from other people about how much they looked alike, but it's still a little weird to see in person.
Maybe it'd be less weird if it weren't a face he last saw in a classroom after curfew, but there's nothing to be done about that.
The Italian gets a confused glance-- yep, it definitely works-- but he doesn't comment. Maybe it wasn't directed at him.]
[ harry's been getting double takes, a few squints of the eyes, people actively pointing it out. john's reaction, which was quite priceless. and now this one's staring. actually staring.
See something you like? - an eyebrow quirking with the thought. it's followed by amusement at the confused glance that comes after. he really DOES have a loophole. he's not sure how long he can actively focus on thinking in another language though but it's good to know about. he's doing it on purpose now. every thought after that question in another language to fuck with ryan. see how long it takes to be asked about - test how long he can keep it up himself. ]
It would help. I'd appreciate the company. [ he pulls his legs in and then sluggishly pushes himself up into a seated position, flashing a smile at him ]
Evidently his thought problem goes both ways-- his own leak out just like he accidentally hears others'-- but he doesn't seem to notice it when it happens, just shrugging one shoulder as he gives Harry a small smile in return.]
[ A mute that found probably the best way to get around it ever. Maybe abilities form based on actual needs? and the next thoughts are again, in another language once he catches them. definitely trying to keep that up. it's harder than he thought but he thinks it'll be funner for ryan to not know EVERYTHING for once if he can keep switching it. ]
That must get annoying. Everyone always asking.
[ he gives a little smile back and eyes the hand. there's a line of thought that's impossible to follow without proper translating. then he's thinking A LOT the second he's holding his hand and shaking it. where everything was rather slow before - normal tired thoughts, his mind speeds up and starts buzzing around with a million of them. rapid quick fire. Like a shot of espresso. Hellooo Ryan.
he straightens himself out and pulls his hand back a little too quickly, careful not to let it linger but long enough that he definitely feels far better than he was now. ]
[What's harder to get used to are Harry's thoughts, the shifting languages. It is sort of a welcome change, though-- he always worries a little about catching people's thoughts the way he does, feels a flicker of guilt about it when it happens.
Then his own thoughts are thoroughly interrupted by the sudden speed in Harry's. Ryan can't tell if it's taking all that rapid-fire input that makes him feel more tired all of a sudden or what, but it throws him off enough that he's left staring for a moment, blinking.]
[ Ha ha ha ha-. poor ryan. this deserves some sort of explanation if he's going to keep in his head. ]
My hmm... empathy thing- [ is it empathy? he supposes it's a form of empathy. general energy always sort of tells him more or less where someone's feelings are at, he supposes. he's not lying, exactly. he's simply forgoing the mention that he just stole something.
he gestures at himself with his hand, smiling with this knowing sort of look. ]
[And that's got him thinking- if he's feeling pretty good, and Harry wasn't, and he'd been offering to help lift the guy's mood a little...
Ryan shifts off the arm of the couch, distantly registering that touch of weakness (jesus, was I sitting there too long or what) and settles down on the cushion instead, right next to Harry.
(no, he has no sense of self-preservation.)]
--how many languages do you even know, anyway? D'you do that all the time?
[ like he thought, ryan's energy is like taking a shot of espresso. ...several shots. he loves espresso. harry's eyes follow him right until he's settled next to him. right next to him. in his space.
the closer you are - the more he takes. little by little. nobody ever sits closer to harry when they know. the poor guy really only does speak english, huh? that or he doesn't even care. come into the web, ryan. ]
Six. [ Well. The Chinese and German aren't exactly fluent but- ] I only thought to do it around you. Seemed like it'd be fun for you if everyone's constantly asking the same questions.
It helps a little, yeah. I mean- it's a little uncomfortable just overhearing what people think, y'know? Can't help doing it, but I can't really help feeling kind of bad about it too.
[He shrugs slightly, sinking back against the couch cushions. God, this thing is comfortable, he's half-tempted to shut his eyes and relax a little. Just a little. It's easy to keep up a conversation even with your eyes closed, right?]
Pretty good way to handle it.
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I'd imagine. You're a walking invasion of privacy. That has to have some uncomfortable feelings. Especially if you stumble upon someone's wet daydream about a teacher during class.
[ he raises his eyebrows and grins at ryan while stating that. eh eh? how funny would that be? he thinks it would be hilarious. ryan's sinking into the couch in comfort and harry's definitely more awake than he had been. ]
[ he's got a genuine look of surprise at that. he would've thought a lot of people would be raving perverts. the human race gets more credit, he guesses. ]
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[Ryan perches on the arm of the couch, watching him curiously. His thoughts are definitely more interesting than most-- people don't usually react to unexpected telepathy that way, with amusement rather than shock.]
...what d'you mean, borrow? Are you empathic?
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[ he rolls so he's on his back, folding and arm under his head and using the other one to brush his bangs out of his eyes.
amusement is better than fear with telepathy. harry could be read like a book if they guy is strong enough. so he's intrigued. is he being read right now? does he have any deep dark secrets even worth prying into? probably not. harry thinks he might have a loophole to it, anyway. what if he started thinking in another language? would it automatically translate or would the guy be completely lost on his thoughts if he doesn't know it?
Can one actively keep thinking in another language?, he thinks out loud - in italian. ]
You could say I'm empathic, yeah. Everyone's negative moods bring me down. Good moods up.
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Maybe it'd be less weird if it weren't a face he last saw in a classroom after curfew, but there's nothing to be done about that.
The Italian gets a confused glance-- yep, it definitely works-- but he doesn't comment. Maybe it wasn't directed at him.]
...will it help if I stick around a bit, then?
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See something you like? - an eyebrow quirking with the thought. it's followed by amusement at the confused glance that comes after. he really DOES have a loophole. he's not sure how long he can actively focus on thinking in another language though but it's good to know about. he's doing it on purpose now. every thought after that question in another language to fuck with ryan. see how long it takes to be asked about - test how long he can keep it up himself. ]
It would help. I'd appreciate the company. [ he pulls his legs in and then sluggishly pushes himself up into a seated position, flashing a smile at him ]
Do you only talk to people in their heads?
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[Everybody's got the same question.
Evidently his thought problem goes both ways-- his own leak out just like he accidentally hears others'-- but he doesn't seem to notice it when it happens, just shrugging one shoulder as he gives Harry a small smile in return.]
So what's your name? I'm Ryan, by the way.
[He offers a hand out, one brow quirked.]
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[ A mute that found probably the best way to get around it ever. Maybe abilities form based on actual needs? and the next thoughts are again, in another language once he catches them. definitely trying to keep that up. it's harder than he thought but he thinks it'll be funner for ryan to not know EVERYTHING for once if he can keep switching it. ]
That must get annoying. Everyone always asking.
[ he gives a little smile back and eyes the hand. there's a line of thought that's impossible to follow without proper translating. then he's thinking A LOT the second he's holding his hand and shaking it. where everything was rather slow before - normal tired thoughts, his mind speeds up and starts buzzing around with a million of them. rapid quick fire. Like a shot of espresso. Hellooo Ryan.
he straightens himself out and pulls his hand back a little too quickly, careful not to let it linger but long enough that he definitely feels far better than he was now. ]
I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, Ryan.
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[What's harder to get used to are Harry's thoughts, the shifting languages. It is sort of a welcome change, though-- he always worries a little about catching people's thoughts the way he does, feels a flicker of guilt about it when it happens.
Then his own thoughts are thoroughly interrupted by the sudden speed in Harry's. Ryan can't tell if it's taking all that rapid-fire input that makes him feel more tired all of a sudden or what, but it throws him off enough that he's left staring for a moment, blinking.]
...whoa, okay- uh, you too?
(what was that)
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My hmm... empathy thing- [ is it empathy? he supposes it's a form of empathy. general energy always sort of tells him more or less where someone's feelings are at, he supposes. he's not lying, exactly. he's simply forgoing the mention that he just stole something.
he gestures at himself with his hand, smiling with this knowing sort of look. ]
It works a lot better with contact.
[ You feel amazing, by the way. ]
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[And that's got him thinking- if he's feeling pretty good, and Harry wasn't, and he'd been offering to help lift the guy's mood a little...
Ryan shifts off the arm of the couch, distantly registering that touch of weakness (jesus, was I sitting there too long or what) and settles down on the cushion instead, right next to Harry.
(no, he has no sense of self-preservation.)]
--how many languages do you even know, anyway? D'you do that all the time?
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[ like he thought, ryan's energy is like taking a shot of espresso. ...several shots. he loves espresso. harry's eyes follow him right until he's settled next to him. right next to him. in his space.
the closer you are - the more he takes. little by little. nobody ever sits closer to harry when they know. the poor guy really only does speak english, huh? that or he doesn't even care. come into the web, ryan. ]
Six. [ Well. The Chinese and German aren't exactly fluent but- ] I only thought to do it around you. Seemed like it'd be fun for you if everyone's constantly asking the same questions.
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[He shrugs slightly, sinking back against the couch cushions. God, this thing is comfortable, he's half-tempted to shut his eyes and relax a little. Just a little. It's easy to keep up a conversation even with your eyes closed, right?]
Pretty good way to handle it.
don't shit your eyes ryan
[ he raises his eyebrows and grins at ryan while stating that. eh eh? how funny would that be? he thinks it would be hilarious. ryan's sinking into the couch in comfort and harry's definitely more awake than he had been. ]
Thought so. I like to consider myself clever.
shh you saw nothing
[His nose wrinkles at the thought of it, then he shakes his head as if trying to get that idea out of it. No mental images, please.]
...you really weren't kidding about picking up other people's moods, huh?
[It's a little out of nowhere, but Ryan hasn't missed the way Harry's so much perkier.]
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[ he's got a genuine look of surprise at that. he would've thought a lot of people would be raving perverts. the human race gets more credit, he guesses. ]
I was not.
[ smile! ]