It's a mercy that he's been so steadfastly trying to memorise letters, so he can keep up with Wrench literally spelling things out for him in ASL, but he's rapidly running up against the limits of his own vocabulary so far. So he gives a nod in understanding, and pulls his notepad back out from under his arm, tucked for more convenient ease of use than his pocket right now.
John is
He pauses, tapping his pen as he thinks of the best words, and ends up making a list of dot points.
- not a child - not human - part of eldritch god King in Yellow - my eyes. he describes everything so i can "see" it - anything you tell me you can tell him. assume we tell each other.
He makes a face, a sudden terse frustration, and adds beneath it:
no subject
John is
He pauses, tapping his pen as he thinks of the best words, and ends up making a list of dot points.
- not a child
- not human
- part of eldritch god King in Yellow
- my eyes. he describes everything so i can "see" it
- anything you tell me you can tell him. assume we tell each other.
He makes a face, a sudden terse frustration, and adds beneath it:
no one fucking told me bucky only has 1 arm