from afar. | takata mashiho

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she's deaf.

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"oh. sorry, i didn't know." i mentally slap myself knowing that she probably didn't hear that. "just kidding. i can hear you now and speak." she adjusts her hearing aid to hear me better. hello, hello! how'd the inventor come up with these? she hands him my trusty little notepad labeled 'written conversations'. just in case i don't get my message across proficiently. "woah. i heard that."
"heard what?"
"how'd the inventor come up with these?"
"are you a psychic? do i owe you any money?"
"uh-" she snatches the notebook from my hand and begins to scribble profusely. i think she thinks i'm deaf too now. sorry, it's just me not being able to respond to her cuteness. she scratches in some dollar signs and the word 'you'. i shake my head like there's no tomorrow. "it's a long story..." still wary, she jots down: hit me. "well..."

she's put away her notepad and opened up a bit more. and by the way, we somehow ended up in an aquarium. i also bought her the book she couldn't keep her olfactory nerves off of. we theorise and stare into blue. "oh i got it! i think when i adjust my hearing aid, my thoughts somehow travel to your brain. meaning when i think and adjust this at the same time," she points to her ear, "my thoughts are received by the microphone, which converts the sound waves to electrical signals and sends them to you!"
"that's some crazy science. does this count as science? anyways, how do you know so much about sound waves and stuff?"
"when you spend so much time with something, i guess you get really familiar with it. or addicted. like how this one time a random handed me a banana milk at like too late at night slash early in the morning and now i can't live without it."
"wait – have we met before?"
"i don't know. you tell me."
"i gave a girl a bottle of banana milk at like eleven at night and all she said was 'i'm so sorry', then she ran away."
"that was you?"
"you're telling me that this whole time i've been searching the ends of he earth for you, i found you without knowing?"
"you don't happen to have my umbrella do you? really cheap and probably falling apart at the point..."
"you're not going to believe this but-" i whip out the tattered thing.
"whabam! that's my umbrella."
"this is mad and too much to process. but do you wanna get out of here?"
"but the penguins are so cute!" click.
"i know." it is now time for the grand finale i never thought i would be able to execute.