Ψ Voice Ψ

[phobic]

I'm in the market for an assistant. Someone with steady hands who knows how to read aloud. You wouldn't believe how many people I'm surrounded by who have, at the most, a third grade education.

Yes, I'll pay - an hourly, twice minimum wage rate. And it's not physically demanding work.

Bats need not apply.

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[irreverently]

[oh christ he knows he is going to regret this but old fogies like Jon are probably not going to appreciate a "the day starts at noon right?" answer (and enough dead-eye stares from Bruce have finally burned that into his brain.) Besides, who needs sleep anymore?]

After dawn, preferably.

[phobic]

5am to 10am?

[he's growing impressed. Terry are you sure you're a teenager.]

I assume you're not in high school anymore.

[irreverently]

That would work great.

[welp looks like 10AM is going to be his new bedtime]

Well, I left my high school in my other dimension.

[phobic]

That's a terrible excuse. [pause] You can take an hour of your time with me as your own, provided you're studying something. [he used to be a teacher okay it makes him genuinely sad to think of young minds not learning]

[irreverently]

[Terry blinks in surprise. Dr. Crane can't be all bad if he's concerned for the education of random kids, right?] I- thanks. You don't have to do that.

[phobic]

[so awkwardly unsure about how to acknowledge, what are ordinary feelings]

...I hope tomorrow isn't too early to expect you.

[irreverently]

Oh- no, sure, that's schway. I'll be there bright and early.

[And with a looot of caffeine in his system.]