xp_logs | Artie and Julian: Moving house.

Now back from Atillan and given word from his teachers following yet another fight with Leong, Artie had two boxes in his arms, a backpack slung over each shoulder and a pile of papers and school work on top of the boxes, held in place with his chin and a duvet stuffed awkwardly into the strap of one
backpack. He was staggering, rather than walking and utterly relieved to find that the door to the boys' suite was slightly open when he got there, his load having gotten heavier and heavier in his trip down the hall. Kicking the door open, he stumbled forward and dumped everything on the couch whereupon both boxes opened and a slew of games, books, DVDs and assorted computer cables poured out onto the floor.

Julian was just coming out of his room when Artie's mess slopped across the living room floor. "Whoa...what's up, Maddicks?"

He showed a picture of Leong as a demon, red eyes and tail and then of himself, holding a sword, while Leong's body lay on the ground, twitching and headless, with a red cross over it, followed by a schema of the mansion, Artie's name first in one room and then in this one while he sighed and looked put upon and tragic.

"Ah, roommate troubles. So you're Nick's new roommate. Watch out he doesn't try to eat you, dude." Julian smiled reassuringly- though he was only half joking.

He switched to fingerspelling (and argh, why couldn't everyone in the mansion sign fluently?) saying "Well he can't be as much of a choad as Leong is right now." He couldn't be, right? "He's got control of the whole wolf thing, right?"

Julian only understood about every fourth word but was able to piece together that Leong was being a dick and that Artie wanted to know about his new roommates control issues. "Well," Julian said, running a hand through his hair and realizing that he was going to become much more used to sign in the coming weeks, "I'm really not the best person to ask about that. Last time Gleason and I interacted..." Julian winced slightly. "He ended up taking a bite out of my posterior."

Artie blinked, startled, a large exclamation point appearing in the air in front of him. He'd heard something or other about that, but hadn't been paying all that much attention at the time though it did sound familiar. He gestured to Julian, go on, while he fished his laptop out of one of the bags and opened Word, setting the text nice and large. He hadn't missed the part where the older boy apparently couldn't even manage fingerspelling and thought he'd make it easier for him.

"Dude, I know, right? I was just helping with this training exercise and the next thing I know, bamn." He looked down at the laptop curiously.

and he started nomming on your ass? dude! Artie typed, and then, seeing Julian's curiosity, he shrugged. this's faster and easier than anything else since u can't sign and my projecting words at u gives me a headacke. He paused for a moment, squinted at what he'd written and carefully deleted out headacke, replacing it with headache.

"Ah, makes sense," Julian nodded in understanding. "Dude, you should get one of those type-to-talk programs, you can be a much cooler version of that Wheelchair guy."

He could, yes. Or, he could not. Artie glared at Julian and shook his head emphatically and held up his hands in rejection. that thing sounds retarded, dude. i am not going to sound like that, he typed before setting the laptop down again and picking up one of his bags. One handed, he pointed at Julian, then at the other bag and his new room and walked his fingers. A little help?

Julian nodded and picked up the bag with ease, "Sure thing, but if Gleason is in there- I'm feeding him you while I run away."

Artie grinned and flashed the words My Hero into the air above his head and walking into his room, where he tossed the bag onto the empty bed.