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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[D.Va's phone is ringing]

[420blazeit]

Intensity? [ waits for some sort of confirmation, and the continues, ] Hey! Do you... have a few minutes to spare?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Good, he's not going to introduce himself]

Potentially. Why?

[420blazeit]

Caaaan you fix my eyes?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[Cue a long and uncomfortable silence]

Depends.

Who broke them?

[420blazeit]

[ ...ah, there’s that regret. little late. ]

I did, but I can explain. [ second bit said hastily. ] I didn’t mangle them or anything. Not like... not like last time...

I did it to deactivate them, like you’d shown me! And that’s all.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And doing it on the practice ones weren't sufficient enough for you?

People don't shoot themselves to see if they're capable of handling the shock of a bullet wound, you know.

[420blazeit]

It’s not just about practice. I… it’s something that can easily be taken advantage of in a fight. I love my eyes, but if someone or something manages to fuck it up, then I’m useless. I need to be able to defend myself while I can’t see… and, yes, I have tried wearing a blindfold. It’s not the same.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You could have asked me to turn them off.

And you think very little of yourself if you call yourself useless just because you can't see.

[420blazeit]

Then I would have had to bother you twice. But noted. [ she hadn't thought of that. ]

If you could have seen what a disaster this was I'm sure you'd probably agree. Or maybe not, IDK. In any case I'm going to make it work.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you going to tell me how much of a disaster this was?

[420blazeit]

Do you want to know? How about a demonstration?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I need to come to you, don't I?

[420blazeit]

Not necessarily. FiN is three floors below HSS. I'm sure I could make it. That way, we could meet in the pit. It'll be fun.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Let's not risk it.

I'll come to you.

[420blazeit]

Fine.

I'll meet you at the door. [ at some point. time to start heading there. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Knock knock on HSS dorm. Will she make it?]

[420blazeit]

[ she is in the workshop and so finding the ONLY door to get the fuck out of it is taking a lot longer than she thought it might. just give her a couple of minutes. she'll get there... ]

[ ...eventually. ]

[ seven minutes later she manages to get to the door, open it, and presumably walk right into him, because unless he was still knocking she has no idea that he's there yet... though she should probably have assumed. ]

[ how long had it been? ]

[ forever? hm, yeah, sounds about right. ]

Yo. [ totally saves face. #nailedit. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Two hands land on her shoulders and spin her back in the direction of the dorm as he mutters under his breath:]

Can make it to FiN, my ass.

[420blazeit]

I’m blind, not deaf, I heard that. And I never said I’d make it to FiN in a timely manner.

[ grabs one of his hands and leads him to her room. ]

I had trouble getting out of the workshop, is all.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He lets her lead him to the workshop (though if she looks like she's going to walk into a wall or something he will not-so-subtlety tug her in the right direction).]

If this is going to be a regular occurrence, that is also something we can work on.

[420blazeit]

[ she actually does a pretty good job of not walking into things, though he may have to help her when they’re going into the workshop. ]

Which thing? The going blind?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. That thing.

[Navigates D.Va to the couch so that she can sit down]

[420blazeit]

[ she takes a seat and tries to pull him down with her. ]

What did you have in mind?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[I---



Okay.

He is pulled down (perhaps showing a little bit of mercy for her blindness and not fighting her anyway). When she is settled, he'll reach up to press a hand against her cheek and lean in -- trying to see what exactly she did it to her eyes.

(Was it a screwdriver? It probably was, wasn't it? Fuck. He's never going to live that down)]

Some sort of texture on the floor to guide you toward the exit for starters.