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[dedikated]

( As Kate clears her throat to begin this Very Special Broadcast, she almost wishes Faith were here again. If anyone would appreciate what Kate is about to do, it would be her.

But she isn't. Sad days, man. )

Anyone lost their Playboy? Braille edition.

( Said as casually as you would ask about someone's birthday. She could make a guess at who it belongs to, but there's no point assuming that her neighbour is the only blind person in the city. Who would assume so crudely? )

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[radiopalkiller]

Don't tell me somebody actually buys them for the articles.

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[dedikated]

( Considering some of the added Braille... uh, do we call them illustrations? )

Doubt it. Could be publishing anything.

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[radiopalkiller]

Right, my mistake, nothing like a few sensually arranged dots to start your day.

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[perpetualgenius]

I'm in braille?

[Text]

[dedikated]

You tell me. Can't read it.

[Text]

[perpetualgenius]

Oh. The magazine.

[Because that's totally not what he expected. right?]

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[knifecollecting]

I guess there really are people who just read the articles.

[Nothing else makes sense about it.]

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[dedikated]

Got no idea what the articles are. Could be good porn.

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[knifecollecting]

In a Playboy? doubtful.

voice;

[closerift]

Their what?

voice;

[dedikated]

Porn mag. ( Why sugarcoat it. )

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[closerift]

Ah. [ snort ] How embarrassing, to leave it lying around like that.

[ Hilarious for them, though. ]

voice;

[redwinekindofgirl]

Uhh... I only know one blind guy here.

[Come on, Irwin...]

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[dedikated]

Same. ( A breath. ) Could be others. ( She didn't even know she had a neighbour until he heard her drop her keys. )

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[redwinekindofgirl]

You think? I dunno.

[By this point, Whistler's already talking to her, and she knows it belongs to him.]

Anyone else is keeping it really quiet.

[Private Audio]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Playful pouty voice ahoy]

Snitch.

[Private Audio]

[redwinekindofgirl]

[Internal screech.]

What does Braille porn even look like? I mean, are there Braille boobs? I thought you were a classy guy, Irwin.

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[ghoulaid]

LOOOOL
mine. thats mine now

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[dedikated]

You read braille?

( Cause otherwise it may be pretty worthless tbh. )

[ghoulaid]

yeah sure
totally reading it rn

[Private Audio]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[Whistler's initial reaction is a brand of humored skepticism. Was his neighbor trying to play a prank on him? After all, given his hermit lifestyle how is he supposed to know that strange items from home were just cropping up around town? And he had teased her on multiple occasions so turn about is fair play. But it puzzles him for a few lip-biting minutes. It just doesn't sit right as a prank. It's simultaneously too minimalist and too specific for a truly good prank and he holds his neighbor in higher esteem than that. She'd have thought of something better, surely.

But if it wasn't a prank...that would mean....

....Alright. The Gods got him this time and he can't deny the fact that his face is starting to feel like its burning. Mother had got him the damn thing as a joke a few years back but the joke had somewhat backfired when Whistler had decided to keep it. And why shouldn't he have kept it? Its not like he has many options as a blind man who spends his life rolling around in a van full of tech nerds.]

You, uh, you gunna believe I was holding it for a friend?

[He's one third laughing it off, one third laughing at himself, and one third almost too bashful to send this message and the three of these emotions switch places with each other one moment after the other. ]

[Private Audio]

[dedikated]

( Oh look her gut instinct was correct.

Well. She had to make sure there wasn't anyone else hoping for their... articles. )

That friend called little Whistler?

( Katherine no. )

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[The splutter that follows that comment is 100% involuntary and it rapidly devolves into a fit of breathless snickering.]

His codename is The Bassoon, alright?

[feel free to come to your own 'blowing' jokes]

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[killthisparty]

trade u

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[dedikated]

Already claimed.
Try next time.