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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mindly.social/users/strangeseawolf/statuses/110718962344482369">Strange Seawolf (strangeseawolf@mindly.social)'s status on Wednesday, 16-Aug-2023 03:37:18 JST</a><a href="https://mindly.social/@strangeseawolf" title="strangeseawolf@mindly.social"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/136888-48-20230616112108.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Strange Seawolf" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Strange Seawolf</a><div><a href="https://mindly.social/@strangeseawolf/110718915763149002" rel="in-reply-to">in reply to</a></div></section><article><p><a href="https://mindly.social/tags/PennedPossibilities" rel="tag">#PennedPossibilities</a> 10 contd.<br>No, Randall isn't telepathic. But Lix did something she had never done before and even if he doesn't have spidey senses, he is "tuned in" into Lix in a way that catapults him into action. Well, "catapult" at his own, meticulous, neurodivergent pace, of course.<br>[some paragraphs between the first and second <a href="https://mindly.social/tags/snippet" rel="tag">#snippet</a> cut for length)</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/1951533#notice-3830903">In conversation</a><time datetime="2023-08-16T03:37:18+09:00" title="Wednesday, 16-Aug-2023 03:37:18 JST">Wednesday, 16-Aug-2023 03:37:18 JST</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mindly.social/@strangeseawolf/110718962344482369" rel="external" title="Sent from mindly.social via ActivityPub">mindly.social</a></span></span><a href="https://mindly.social/@strangeseawolf/110718962344482369">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/1411202">Randall sat in his office and revised the notes for today’s Saturday evening broadcast of The Hour. It was about noon, and he had just caught his thoughts drifting away, wondering how Lix was doing and if they were having lunch right now, when the phone rang. He picked up the receiver.“Brown?“There was no one on the other end.Or was there?“Hello? Brown. Who’s there?”There was some noise in the background, but he had no idea what it could be.And then, he heard a tiny sob.It had been so soft, nearly not audible, but it had been there.And he immediately recognized it, although – or perhaps because – he had never heard it before.“Lix?”He asked, his heart racing, thinking about possible scenarios that would end up with Lix… crying.“Lix? Are you okay?”There was a crackling noise and then, the line went dead.She had hung up.Randall stared at the receiver.Lix.She was always so composed.Even when she had received the terrible news of Sophia’s death… yes, there had been tears in her eyes, she hadn’t been able to move for a moment, but she kept it together, while he broke down in a fit of rage and sorrow, leaving him a helpless, sobbing mess at his own desk.</a></label><br><a href="https://a.mindlycdn.com/media_attachments/files/110/718/928/826/276/144/original/79d33bc5290f958d.png" rel="external">https://a.mindlycdn.com/media_attachments/files/110/718/928/826/276/144/original/79d33bc5290f958d.png</a></li><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/1411203">Never, ever, had he seen her break down and cry.Let alone sob.He stared at the receiver for a whole minute or so before he realized he was still holding it in his hand. He scolded himself for being so mindless. What if she had tried to call again in the meantime?He hung up and stared at the telephone for the next ten minutes.But it remained silent.After he had waited for some more nerve-wrecking five minutes, his brain slowly switched from panic mode back to his usual, analytical self.Something had happened that was so terrible it had managed to make Lix cry.Worse, something so terrible Lix even took up the phone – and called him.And then, not telling him and hanging up instead.Which was, as he had to admit, much more like Lix’s usual self than calling him.Once he had come so far in his ponderings, he knew exactly what he would do, now.He would go and make sure that she was okay.Well, she was certainly not okay.He would go and find out what happened and see if he could fix it.He didn’t have much confidence that he could, he always found his skills outside of journalism lacking profusely. He had been thrown into a world that wasn’t made for him, that he didn’t really understand, that was sometimes turning too fast and sometimes too slow for his way of thinking.But that didn’t matter right now.Even without any means to fix it, he would try his very best to make Lix feel better.</a></label><br><a href="https://a.mindlycdn.com/media_attachments/files/110/718/945/890/327/321/original/2e70eb1ee7cbbd77.png" rel="external">https://a.mindlycdn.com/media_attachments/files/110/718/945/890/327/321/original/2e70eb1ee7cbbd77.png</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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Strange Seawolf (strangeseawolf@mindly.social)'s status on Wednesday, 16-Aug-2023 03:37:18 JST Strange Seawolf
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#PennedPossibilities 10 contd.
No, Randall isn't telepathic. But Lix did something she had never done before and even if he doesn't have spidey senses, he is "tuned in" into Lix in a way that catapults him into action. Well, "catapult" at his own, meticulous, neurodivergent pace, of course.
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1. Randall sat in his office and revised the notes for today’s Saturday evening broadcast of The Hour. It was about noon, and he had just caught his thoughts drifting away, wondering how Lix was doing and if they were having lunch right now, when the phone rang. He picked up the receiver. “Brown?“ There was no one on the other end. Or was there? “Hello? Brown. Who’s there?” There was some noise in the background, but he had no idea what it could be. And then, he heard a tiny sob. It had been so soft, nearly not audible, but it had been there. And he immediately recognized it, although – or perhaps because – he had never heard it before. “Lix?” He asked, his heart racing, thinking about possible scenarios that would end up with Lix… crying. “Lix? Are you okay?” There was a crackling noise and then, the line went dead. She had hung up. Randall stared at the receiver. Lix. She was always so composed. Even when she had received the terrible news of Sophia’s death… yes, there had been tears in her eyes, she hadn’t been able to move for a moment, but she kept it together, while he broke down in a fit of rage and sorrow, leaving him a helpless, sobbing mess at his own desk.
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2. Never, ever, had he seen her break down and cry. Let alone sob. He stared at the receiver for a whole minute or so before he realized he was still holding it in his hand. He scolded himself for being so mindless. What if she had tried to call again in the meantime? He hung up and stared at the telephone for the next ten minutes. But it remained silent. After he had waited for some more nerve-wrecking five minutes, his brain slowly switched from panic mode back to his usual, analytical self. Something had happened that was so terrible it had managed to make Lix cry. Worse, something so terrible Lix even took up the phone – and called him. And then, not telling him and hanging up instead. Which was, as he had to admit, much more like Lix’s usual self than calling him. Once he had come so far in his ponderings, he knew exactly what he would do, now. He would go and make sure that she was okay. Well, she was certainly not okay. He would go and find out what happened and see if he could fix it. He didn’t have much confidence that he could, he always found his skills outside of journalism lacking profusely. He had been thrown into a world that wasn’t made for him, that he didn’t really understand, that was sometimes turning too fast and sometimes too slow for his way of thinking. But that didn’t matter right now. Even without any means to fix it, he would try his very best to make Lix feel better.
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