02-26-2020, 04:30 AM
Of course people would have come by. Frankly, he should've expected that - people seemed to hound him at every turn he took, to use phrasing harsher than his feelings. It was a miracle that he had managed to avoid them for those few weeks he was absent, considering his track record. They even managed to somehow find him when he first found this house, even though he hadn't been doing much to attract attention. Maybe put a few chairs and tables outside, but. Well.
Besides the point.
Abathur did not stop when he felt Itsy approach, nor when she knocked on the ground kindly, alerting him to her presence (he had already known she was there, though; her walking pattern was quite distinct, after all), nor when she waved her limb in the air. Not even when she asked her question did he stop performing his action. There was no indication that he was about to respond at all, really, up until he grumbled out, "Gardening," simply, smoothly, as calm as could be. He is oblivious to whatever feelings she may have, of course - he could only sense things like heartbeats and shuffling of limbs, after all, and Itsy's heartbeat was usually the same whenever he saw her, so to speak. He did decide to indulge her a little more, however, taking it as a natural curiosity, not the pursuits of a hopeless romantic, but even as he spoke he dropped in a seed (only one this time; he decided to experiment with varying the numbers, seeing what that would produce). "Needed to... what is expression? 'Spruce up the place'? Add something to home - was told it looked lonely." The depth of his voice and the flatness of delivery allowed him very little flexibility with tone, but regardless, he seemed pleasant enough. Even his mention of the 'lonely' comment wasn't dropped with any spite.
Aurum was next, which he almost completely passed over in his mind, except there was something different in his tone when he spoke this time. The lion hadn't really intrigued the spider much since after the latter had joined, but this wasn't a bad thing, necessarily - it just meant that Abathur wasn't much inclined to seek out Aurum's company. Sure, there were things that were interesting about him; the wings, the attitude, his omnipresence, but Abathur was content to let those questions go unanswered, and just be nice to him instead. Keep a friendly rapport, yes? Aurum was certainly nice in return. Cordial to the last straw, only changing his tune one time that Abathur had seen, on the border of the Pitt, but that seemed... uncharacteristic of him. The exception, not the standard. His basic pattern recognition told him that as an outlier, it should not affect his judgement of the male's person. Not that he was one to judge regardless. He pushed dirt to cover the seed, just a little bit, and left it to be, speaking up after that small action was completed. "No. Harder to grow, improve, with outside assistance. Prefer to do hobbies alone." He rolled around an addition to that statement in his head, wondering if it would sound weird, before deciding to just go with it. "Additionally, do not want to waste any subject's time, if they have more important tasks." Another pause, this time with him tapping the ground with his palps a few times, in thought, before finally saying, "Though, can subject let self know if any dirt gets... outside area?"
The last person to approach would be the only one to successfully get him to turn around. Beck was surprisingly present in his life after that whole house fire thing. Perhaps he had just made a strong impression then? A black spider on a night background, the raging fires of Beck's old home reflected in his pale green (at the time) eyes. This marked the second occasion the ghost had opened up conversation with him, and he certainly was a polite little thing, wasn't he? Even with that odd tenseness in his muscles, the one that screamed discomfort at him, he had been perfectly pleasant. Not a change of pace, exactly, but it still shocked the spider every time another person repeated the pattern of treating him recently. His offer, though, was nice on a new level. The spider immediately turned upon hearing his words, pedipalps beginning to work their magic, rubbing dirt from his forward limbs, while he looked at but didn't see the dead child. "Yes," was his immediate response, the silky quality of his voice an interesting contrast to Beck's small rasp. "Please. Would be extremely appreciated - could use for indoor planting." As one unaccustomed to kindness, he was similarly unaccustomed to gifts, and this definitely threw him off his rhythm. Perhaps he was reading to much into it - that thought did occur to him - but regardless of Beck's intentions, Abathur was wowed, to put it simply. "...Thank you." Was his final statement before someone else began to speak, the words alien on his metaphorical tongue, yet genuine all the same.
Although it seemed a strange expression to him, he could already tell that he liked it - certainly something to save for a more genuine feeling, though, to add to the emotional weight of it.
Besides the point.
Abathur did not stop when he felt Itsy approach, nor when she knocked on the ground kindly, alerting him to her presence (he had already known she was there, though; her walking pattern was quite distinct, after all), nor when she waved her limb in the air. Not even when she asked her question did he stop performing his action. There was no indication that he was about to respond at all, really, up until he grumbled out, "Gardening," simply, smoothly, as calm as could be. He is oblivious to whatever feelings she may have, of course - he could only sense things like heartbeats and shuffling of limbs, after all, and Itsy's heartbeat was usually the same whenever he saw her, so to speak. He did decide to indulge her a little more, however, taking it as a natural curiosity, not the pursuits of a hopeless romantic, but even as he spoke he dropped in a seed (only one this time; he decided to experiment with varying the numbers, seeing what that would produce). "Needed to... what is expression? 'Spruce up the place'? Add something to home - was told it looked lonely." The depth of his voice and the flatness of delivery allowed him very little flexibility with tone, but regardless, he seemed pleasant enough. Even his mention of the 'lonely' comment wasn't dropped with any spite.
Aurum was next, which he almost completely passed over in his mind, except there was something different in his tone when he spoke this time. The lion hadn't really intrigued the spider much since after the latter had joined, but this wasn't a bad thing, necessarily - it just meant that Abathur wasn't much inclined to seek out Aurum's company. Sure, there were things that were interesting about him; the wings, the attitude, his omnipresence, but Abathur was content to let those questions go unanswered, and just be nice to him instead. Keep a friendly rapport, yes? Aurum was certainly nice in return. Cordial to the last straw, only changing his tune one time that Abathur had seen, on the border of the Pitt, but that seemed... uncharacteristic of him. The exception, not the standard. His basic pattern recognition told him that as an outlier, it should not affect his judgement of the male's person. Not that he was one to judge regardless. He pushed dirt to cover the seed, just a little bit, and left it to be, speaking up after that small action was completed. "No. Harder to grow, improve, with outside assistance. Prefer to do hobbies alone." He rolled around an addition to that statement in his head, wondering if it would sound weird, before deciding to just go with it. "Additionally, do not want to waste any subject's time, if they have more important tasks." Another pause, this time with him tapping the ground with his palps a few times, in thought, before finally saying, "Though, can subject let self know if any dirt gets... outside area?"
The last person to approach would be the only one to successfully get him to turn around. Beck was surprisingly present in his life after that whole house fire thing. Perhaps he had just made a strong impression then? A black spider on a night background, the raging fires of Beck's old home reflected in his pale green (at the time) eyes. This marked the second occasion the ghost had opened up conversation with him, and he certainly was a polite little thing, wasn't he? Even with that odd tenseness in his muscles, the one that screamed discomfort at him, he had been perfectly pleasant. Not a change of pace, exactly, but it still shocked the spider every time another person repeated the pattern of treating him recently. His offer, though, was nice on a new level. The spider immediately turned upon hearing his words, pedipalps beginning to work their magic, rubbing dirt from his forward limbs, while he looked at but didn't see the dead child. "Yes," was his immediate response, the silky quality of his voice an interesting contrast to Beck's small rasp. "Please. Would be extremely appreciated - could use for indoor planting." As one unaccustomed to kindness, he was similarly unaccustomed to gifts, and this definitely threw him off his rhythm. Perhaps he was reading to much into it - that thought did occur to him - but regardless of Beck's intentions, Abathur was wowed, to put it simply. "...Thank you." Was his final statement before someone else began to speak, the words alien on his metaphorical tongue, yet genuine all the same.
Although it seemed a strange expression to him, he could already tell that he liked it - certainly something to save for a more genuine feeling, though, to add to the emotional weight of it.
tags - "speech"