“I like reading.”, Markus hummed, making himself comfortable against Daniel’s chest. He was happier sitting chest to chest, but since he had to read, he had to be back to chest. At least he was wrapped in an extra blanket to keep warm.
“My brother is an author.”, he told Daniel softly, not wanting to tell him just yet who he was. Mostly because his brother was pretty much famous, and rich, and people before Daniel wanted to get that money through Markus..
“Thick.”, Markus replied softly. All his braille books were thick, due to the paper being thicker and having more pages, but his favorite was even more thick.
“Pretty worn.. it’s old. I read it a lot.”He nodded then and looked around for it. He soon found one that would fit the description and handed it to him. “Is it thus one?” He asked softly.
Markus wasn’t happy having to let go of Daniel, but did, so he could hold the book. He smiled softly as his fingers glided over the raised bumps on the spine.
“Mhhm.”, he hummed and nodded.
“The temperature?”, Arthur hummed, thinking.
“Normal?”, Markus replied, also thinking about it.
“Well right now it’s cold.”, Arthur hummed, watching as Markus wrote his answer.
“Cold. 50°f.”, he wrote, careful. Arthur made sure to help him with spaces between words and writing beneath Agnes’ writing properly.Agnes smiled softly, then looked up the temperature in that area. There was only one place with that exact temperature, and she hoped that was where they were.
“Are there any prominent landmarks very close by, like Niagra falls, but not that?” That couldn’t possibly be censored, if they said no. She couldn’t see a reason. She wasn’t asking about the Falls themselves, just something like it.
“I don’t know..”, Markus mumbled, pressing his face into Arthur’s shoulder. He didn’t travel around here a lot, other than staying in the cabin or walking with Arthur. Said man wasn’t very knowledgeable about this forest either, he just lived here.
So Markus wrote his “I don’t know…” down.
“Thick.”, Markus replied softly. All his braille books were thick, due to the paper being thicker and having more pages, but his favorite was even more thick.
“Pretty worn.. it’s old. I read it a lot.”
“Carry me?”, Markus was like a child, and he knew it. But Daniel was nice, and he would surely carry him, and not yell at him for such an idea, or would drop him after picking him up, or anything else hurtful.
“Please…”, he mumbled quietly, not wanting to somehow anger Daniel either.
“Of course” Daniel smiled softly and got up, before he carefully and gently picked the other one up. He was pretty light, so he didn’t have a problem carrying him.
Markus clung tightly to Daniel, unable to help the fear he could be hurt. Logically, he knew he wouldn’t be. Daniel had been nothing but kind. But from experience, he had to be afraid, and hold on tightly, try his hardest to be good.
“Carry me?”, Markus was like a child, and he knew it. But Daniel was nice, and he would surely carry him, and not yell at him for such an idea, or would drop him after picking him up, or anything else hurtful.
“Please…”, he mumbled quietly, not wanting to somehow anger Daniel either.
“The temperature?”, Arthur hummed, thinking.
“Normal?”, Markus replied, also thinking about it.
“Well right now it’s cold.”, Arthur hummed, watching as Markus wrote his answer.
“Cold. 50°f.”, he wrote, careful. Arthur made sure to help him with spaces between words and writing beneath Agnes’ writing properly.
Markus thought about it for a few minutes, staying quiet.
“I can..”, he mumbled softly. He wouldn’t mind too much, though he didn’t want to get up and grab a book either.“Is there a book you like in particular?” He asked softly and looked over at the bookshelf. “So I know what I grab you”
“Mhhm.”, Markus hummed and nodded lightly. He didn’t even know if the books had their titles written on them in normal lettering or not.
“Don’t want you to leave.”, he whined softly. Most of his books were in the study. He was only there to read anymore, so most of them were there. He wasn’t sure where he had put his favorite either though.
Markus had stayed most of his time in bed, getting up some time in the afternoon to make a bit of food, going to Arthur’s study to make him eat something too. The break was reluctantly appreciated, and Markus happily nuzzled into him again like the day before.
They were still sitting together when Arthur noticed Agnes’ new message. Markus got up and grabbed a marker, before going back to Arthur’s side.
“Yes.”, he wrote back carefully.Agnes smiled when she got a reply. “How was your day?” She liked his messy handwriting, it seemed very natural. She narrowed the location down to somewhere in the New York area, then thought of a question that couldn’t be censored.
She decided to ask him her question after his reply. She made herself some tea and dinner while she waited quietly.
“Good.”, Markus wrote back, once Arthur told him what she had written. He considered it a good day at least -he hadn’t felt too terrible, and had enjoyed listening to his podcast.
“Yours?”, he wrote then, curious as to how she was doing.
Markus thought about it for a few minutes, staying quiet.
“I can..”, he mumbled softly. He wouldn’t mind too much, though he didn’t want to get up and grab a book either.
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