Frustrate

Date/Timing: 6 January 2019
Setting: corridor outside the /Lucky Seven Ranger suite
Note: This ficlet has since been made redundant by "Drills"
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Pietr bounces on his toes on the steps in front of the /Lucky Seven suite.
The door remains firmly closed.
He presses the bell again.
Vibrations from stomping feet.
Chuck flings open the door. "Wha—oh. You."
::That's what I get?::
"Where's your mobile?"
Pietr scowls, his movements all sharp angles and jerks. ::Learn to talk with me.::
"I'll learn, mate, but right now I don't understand."
Pietr winces and drops his eyes. He pulls out his mobile. 
- Sorry. Get frustrated -
Chuck rubs the back of his neck. "I can't imagine what it's like. Not bein' able to talk."
- I talk fine -
"But no one understands."
Pietr nods.
"Umm ... how long you been like ... this?" Chuck waves a hand vaguely near his head.
- Handsome? -
Chuck rolls his eyes.
Pietr pouts.
- Deaf -
"Yea."
- Always -
"Haven't heard anything? Ever?"
Pietr shakes his head.
"What's it like?"
- Quiet -
"You're fuckin' with me now."
Pietr grins.
- Stupid ??? - 
"Get asked it a lot, ay?"
- OMG YES -
Chuck snorts.
- Rdy 2 wrkout? -
"Sure. Lemme grab Max."
Chuck ducks back inside.
Pietr checks home time on his watch, sighs.
A few moments later, the ball of wrinkles waddles out the door.
Pietr scoops him up before he can topple down the steps.
Max whuffles happily, licks Pietr's chin.
Chuck locks up, asks, "Ready?"
Pietr lifts his head out of tongue range, smiles, 'lead the way'.
As they stroll side-by-side down an empty corridor, Chuck says something.
Pietr frowns, wiggles a hand free, tugs his sleeve.
Chuck stops, turns to face him.
Raises an eyebrow expectantly.
"Oh, give 'im here." Chuck lifts Max away and sets him on the floor. "I asked—" 
Pietr shakes his head.
Out comes the mobile.
- U weren't facing me -
- Can't read lips side on -
Chuck files this away.
Pietr nods, 'go on'.
"Sorry." Chuck's eyes slide to Pietr's left. "Were you ... wearing grey? This morning? In the canteen?" Tosses his head. "Squire was going on about crap, probably doesn't know what—"
- VS mech lent me a jumpsuit -
Chuck's eyes flash. 
Pietr rolls his {eyes}.
- Didnt kno it was bad -
- Dont have th manual yet -
"But it's /obv—"
- Rthr I been in pjs? - 
Chuck turns a rather pretty pink. "Why would you /ever—" Realizes. "Fire drill."
Nods.
- Jones #1 lent a sweater 2 cover up -
Chuck's eyes widen in shock. "The /Klingon?!"
Eyebrow asks, 'yea, so?'
"He /hates us!"
- Been nice 2 me -
Shrugs.
"Well," Chuck huffs, "don't ever do that again."
Pietr slips his mobile into his pocket. ::Never in front of an audience, I swear.::
"That better've been an agreement."
::Of course it was.::
Chuck scowls. "Right. When can you start teachin' me?"
::Right now.::
Tags: Ficlet, Sydney Shatterdome (setting), Pietr, Pietr (ficlet), Chuck H, Chuck H (ficlet), Max, Max (ficlet), Du Croz (mention), Jackson (mention), Ficlets with comments, Ficlets with tweaks
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