He wasn't sure why he was laughing, silent as always, at the sound of her sigh. Maybe because it was just really silly, still conversing as if neither of them were right there. On his part, it was less a problem, given how much easier it was for him to type than to...well, figure out how best to converse. Did she even know sign? If she did, what were the odds it was the same kind he knew? She didn't know what buses or computers were, so there was already enough clues to convince him he was better off with written (er, typed) words.
His leisurely tap-tapping on the tablet was halted by the familiar growl of a bus drawing near. He straightened up again and stared hard, trying to decipher the letter and number combination drawing close...and then he typed very quickly.
This one is going south. Do you see the green line? It's that one. If that's where you want to go, then you should get on this bus.
That seemed to be their human divider's plan; she got up, gathering her things, and moved to the curb. For a while, Jericho stared much harder down at his screen, feeling a flush creep up his neck and to his face. The view in his peripheral had changed, but he didn't take his eyes off the message he'd already sent. That was strange, too, wasn't it?
You know what else was strange? That whoever it was he'd been helping all along hadn't said anything aloud. He only just started wondering about that.
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He wasn't sure why he was laughing, silent as always, at the sound of her sigh. Maybe because it was just really silly, still conversing as if neither of them were right there. On his part, it was less a problem, given how much easier it was for him to type than to...well, figure out how best to converse. Did she even know sign? If she did, what were the odds it was the same kind he knew? She didn't know what buses or computers were, so there was already enough clues to convince him he was better off with written (er, typed) words.
His leisurely tap-tapping on the tablet was halted by the familiar growl of a bus drawing near. He straightened up again and stared hard, trying to decipher the letter and number combination drawing close...and then he typed very quickly.
This one is going south. Do you see the green line? It's that one. If that's where you want to go, then you should get on this bus.
That seemed to be their human divider's plan; she got up, gathering her things, and moved to the curb. For a while, Jericho stared much harder down at his screen, feeling a flush creep up his neck and to his face. The view in his peripheral had changed, but he didn't take his eyes off the message he'd already sent. That was strange, too, wasn't it?
You know what else was strange? That whoever it was he'd been helping all along hadn't said anything aloud. He only just started wondering about that.