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The Color of Sound (Fauxbot & Kiri)

Wallace thought for a moment, his face dropping in concentration, flicking through questions in his mind, trying to pick out the best one. He didn't want to make small talk. He didn't want to ask about the weather, or what her favorite television show was, or if she liked ice cream. He wanted to get to the heart of the matters at hand. He wanted to find out what made Ryan and the rest of Alphafind want them to work together. And, like that, he got it. He found the question he wanted to ask. He leaned in a bit, his elbows resting on the table. His eyes met hers, and he asked her. "What inspires you?" He said, smiling a bit. "I mean, what really gets inside your head, finds the core, rips it out, and throws it down on paper for everyone to see? Like--like, for me, at first, I was just inspired by the idea of creation. Like, I thought the idea of... of creating something new, something nobody has ever seen before in the history of the world was absolutely amazing. And I try to do that--I try to think of that Idea every single time I begin tow work and I just try to...create." He was smiling widely now, unable to contain the excitement that had been building up inside of him. He loved talking about it, he truly did.

The Color of Sound (Fauxbot & Kiri)

Wallace immediately regretted his word choice when he saw her reactions to it. She had suddenly become bashful, nervous, and full of excuses. He was trying his hardest to lighten the mood with a joke or something, but he messed up pretty badly, judging by the outcome. When she turned away, he hit the side of his head a few times with his palm, nervous now, too, and a little angry with himself. He really didn't want to mess this up. Partly because he was bound to her through a contract, and partly because he wanted to actually be able to talk to someone new. He tried to think of something, anything else to say to her, but he just couldn't seem to make anything come out. Lucky for him, she started asking questions. Lots of questions. Wow, they were coming fast. He stood there, a deer-in-headlights look plastered on his face. He wasn't particularly a good person to interview. Not that he was bad at it, he just didn't really think he was all that interesting. But, he tried to answer to the best of his abilities. "Ah! Um, Aries! Cats! Spa--no, Ravioli!" He fired out his answers in quick succession, and now found himself standing in the middle of the room stiffly, a dumb smile on his face. He stepped forwards after a small moment and sat down in the chair across the table from her, looking over at her as he folded his arms in front of himself. "Did I pass the test?" he asked, his dumb smile changing to a more genuine one.

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The two of them walked out to the car in a comfortable silence. They stood closer than usual. Tim liked it. Sophia liked it too. They both wanted to make a move of some sort, but Tim was unaware of it, and Sophia was too nervous to do so. So they just smiled as they walked, enjoying the company. Tim made the suggestion that they just walk the few blocks to his house, so they did. As they walked, it began to snow. Tim stopped dead in his tracks, looking up to the sky. The flakes were small, but they were definitely going to stick to the ground. He smiled a little. He loved snow. The way it fell. The way it stuck to the ground. How silently it moved. How light. How it could move with the slightest breeze. He held out his hand, letting some of the flakes stick to his hand. The shapes were very intricate. They were the flakes that one saw in cartoons or on television. "Wow." he whispered very quietly, to himself, smiling a little at his hand.

The Color of Sound (Fauxbot & Kiri)

Wallace's face dropped for a moment at the mention of 'sketching cartooney faces.' He glared at the back of Mr. Clark's head as he exited the room, only barely noticing that Bethany had crossed to the couch. He was thinking of perhaps going up to Ryan and berating him. Or punching him in the back of the head. Or-- "Hey." A voice rang out, breaking his concentration. He tuned to face Bethany, only now being able to completely notice her. Her hand was extended to him, a warm, welcoming smile on her face. She looked nice, well put together, clean, that type of person. He looked over himself in his minds eye, tracing back to this morning, hoping he looked at least a little bit presentable. Head: Slightly unkempt hair on my head, pushed up. A bit of scruff on my face. Didn't have time to shave this morning. Torso: A blue and gray cardigan with a useless collar that's at least two sizes too big for me and a plain white shirt. No stains, so that's a plus, I guess. Lower: Brown khaki skinny jeans. Boots. Normal. Fuck, I should have prepared for this. I look stupid. Shit. Damn. Shit. Okay, whatever. IT's too late now. Just greet her. Shake. Go. He extended his hand, taking hers in his and giving it a shake. He smiled back at her. "Likewise." he said, hiding the clear annoyance he was showing not three seconds ago. "Nice to finally meet you, too."

The Color of Sound (Fauxbot & Kiri)

Wallace had been sitting in the office alone for roughly fifteen minutes. The room was bland. White walls, a gray conference table, a large window overlooking the city, a two person couch, and a clock were all that the office had to offer in terms of entertainment. Wallace had taken to staring out the window, his eyes fixing on a building far away from were they were. He kept his eyes focused hard on the building. The others faded. It was all that existed to him. He closed his eyes, imagining the shape, the depth, the size. He saw it there, in the darkness of his mind. The building. And he thought of colors. And they came. They surrounded it, encapsulated it, overtook it. It was becoming something new, something it hadn't been before. And it kept changing and taking on different forms, and everything new was inspired by everything old. But Wallace wanted something else. He wanted something new inspired by something new. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't make it happen. He opened his eyes again, the building coming back into view again, along with the rest of the surrounding city. He sighed, disappointed in himself. He had been running into this problem a bit recently. His brain wanted desperately to create something new and original, something people had never seen. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem-- The door burst open, and in marched Mr. Clark, the most stressed out man on the planet. He basically dragged the woman in behind him. She was thin, she had white-ish hair, she looked really tired, but that also looked like it was intentional. In her arm was a guitar bag, which she was clutching on to with her life. She looked just as confused as he probably did. "Wallace Conlee." Mr Clark said, gesturing to the woman behind him. "Meet Bethany Novikov. You'll both be working together on a few projects for the next few months." Wallace was dumbfounded. His jaw had been hanginging open ever so slightly since the two of them burst into the room, his brow contorted into a look of concern for not only Mr. Clark, but the overwhelmed woman he had thrown into the room as well. Neither of them knew what was happening here. "Oh... um... what?" Wallace said, looking to Mr Clark. He glared back, making Wallace take a step away. "Um, sorry, I just... I dont exactly understand whats happening. We're working together, I get that, but um... on what? How?"

The Color of Sound (Fauxbot & Kiri)

Wallace Conlee

So, tell us a bit about yourself! "Oh. Um, well, I'm 23. I was born on April 8th, 1992. In Portland. Single mother, runaway father, no brothers or sisters. I went to NYU to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist, which was by an economical standpoint a horrible mistake because I am seriously deep in college debt at this point. But I learned a lot, y'know. I improved, and now I'm really good at what I do, so there's that. I was hired by the company because someone saw a billboard I did art for and called me up." Oh, my. Growing up with just your mother must have been hard, huh? It usually is. Did your friends understand? "Wow, that was rude. No, my mother was a really nice woman. She was kind, she was sweet, she took care of me. She made sure I always had food, and a bed to sleep in, and clothes. And she was funny, and she was the nicest woman I ever knew. As for friends, I don't see why they would even care. I had friends in school, and the I had friends in college, and now I'm just like most young adults and I don't have any friends, just people I talk to." I'm so sorry, I didnt mean to upset you. "Oh--wha--no. No, that's fine. Touchy subject, thats all." Are you sure? "Yeah, it's cool, it's fine. Next question?" Well, how did you discover that you wanted to be an artist? "Well, I grew up in Portland. There's like, fifty art galleries right by my house. My neighbor was an artist, too. He would have me do poses for him sometimes when I was little, and he would take my picture and paint it. And I thought it was so fucking cool how someone could take reality and just... recreate it on the page. And I really wanted to do that." But clearly your work is no longer inspired by that man who lived next door. You dont draw people. Who inspires you. "Mark Rothko, mainly. His works have such... emotion. Such depth. And Jackson Pollock. They were truly tortured souls, and they were able to just... perfectly, I mean perfectly express their inner demons on canvas. And then they moved past that and they expressed joy and sadness and life. Thats what I try to do with my art." Very interesting. Do you have any other interests? "Not really. I write a bit, sometimes, but very rarely." Oh, do you think you're any good? Can we expect to see a popular novel by Wallace Conlee any time soon? "Oh god, no, my writing is abysmal." Well, that's sad to hear. "Nah, it's okay. The writing world doesn't need another novelist. They have their hands full." And how do you feel about love? "Jesus, that came out of left field. Uh, I don't know. Love is... I dont know. I dont think you're supposed to know until you truly feel it. So... yeah, do with that what you will. Was that the last question?"

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Tim's face contorted into some sort of strange expression of alarm, annoyance, and nervousness. Yes, he needed to get home, because the clock was ticking and he needed to do some work today. But did he want to go home? Absolutely not. He wanted to stay. With her. She made him feel happy and normal and warm all over his body and he liked it. She made him feel feelings he never thought he would feel. And feelings he didnt even understand enough to describe. But, he also had a life. He couldn't spend it all with her. "Ah...shit. Yeah, I need to leave." he said, biting his lip a little. "Have work to do." He picked up his coat, sliding into it as he gathered up anything else he had left from before. "Um... thanks for all of, uh, this. It was fun, I dont know what else I would have done today."

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Tim felt his heart beating faster as she shifted closer to him. Her body was pressed against his completely by this point. His cheeks were hot, his breath a bit faster. He was nervous, but he did not want her to move away. If anything, he wanted her to be closer. What was this feeling he had? This amazing, indescribable feeling that was radiating all over his body? And just like that, it was gone. She moved away when the credits rolled. His heartbeat returned to normal, his cheeks cooled down, and he let out a loud, shaky sigh. His palms were sweating a bit, and he inconspicuously wiped them on his pants as she asked the question of weather or nor he liked the film. Honestly, he hadn't been paying attention to the last 30 minutes of the movie, but he tried to answer to the best of his abilities. "Oh, ah, um... it uh, it was good. Um, I liked it, It was good, yeah. Tom Cruise... um... yeah, it was good."