abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

You don't, like, have cameras set up or go through my trash or anything?

[She's 100% sure Chipp would have told her about cameras in her house.]

So I don't know how you could count as a stalker.

Those aren't the only things that make someone a stalker...? In Hollywood, perhaps.

What else is there?

Following your social media profiles, going through your pictures several years back?
Collecting remnants of you from wherever you go, to keep for their own purposes?
Following you while you're out and about, merely because they saw you, but keeping several step backs so as not to be seen?
Recording every single phone conversation to be played back whenever they wish?
Bothering friends and family so that they know your schedule without having to ask you, directly?
Going into your place of work when you're off the clock merely to see what your day is like?
Looking you up over the internet to have a record of your adresses, including the home you were raised within?
Tapping your phone lines so that they may listen into your conversations for their own sick curiosity?
Peering through your blinds in the darkness of night so that they may watch you go about your nightly routines?
Planting a bug in your car or your purse so they know exactly where you are at all times?

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I have only done the picture one, for the record, and that was simply to get an idea of your taste in fashion.

You didn't even need to do that much, I would've sent you a bunch of selfies if you'd asked.

Perhaps, but I enjoy doing my own research. Orange core, remember.
That, and what if I wish to surprise you with something? I can't very well surprise you if I ask you for material, can I?

That's true, research is fun.

Okay. So you're definitely not a stalker and it's silly to think that you might be.

Yet you aren't arguing unhealthy and obsessed.

I mean. I honestly don't know what healthy friendships are supposed to look like. But you make me feel special and valuable, and I remind you that your feelings matter, so that's probably healthy, right?

Well... alright, if we wish to get into the weeds with it -
From a psychological standpoint, absolutely not. My side of it, at least. Many therapists would be horrified at the way I speak of you and treat you - they'd want me evaluated.
And a psychologist would likely have a field day studying me.

However... compared to how I used to be, I would say it is a large improvement. So in that way, on its own, I would consider it...
Healthy enough.

...Well, better than before is great, and I like how you're starting to open yourself up to friendship with people besides just me. I'd definitely be concerned if your altar was a person who was a dick to you...

... To be honest, there's a very fair chance that may have been the case, had you not been someone I met on my very first day here in Ellipsa.
Friendship is...

New to me. In a sense. I am, admittedly, still learning what makes a good friend. Thus far, you hold the highest bar I have.

Oh - well. I'm going to keep trying to be a good friend for you. -Obviously I was going to do that anyway, but...

I'm glad I met you that day.

... Mmm. I'm glad I met you, too.

Speaking from a therapeutic standpoint, I believe having you in my life has been good for me -
And speaking from... a more normal standpoint, I've enjoyed spending time with you, too.

I can only speak from my standpoint, but I like you. You're an important part of my life now.

Sa, gi.

[This time, he's just doing it to be a little shit. It's funny.]

... Stating the obvious, but you're important to me, as well.
Thank you. ... For taking me seriously, I mean - I know my thoughts and feelings tend to be an incomprehensible mess, but that you take me seriously means... quite a bit to me.

[Joke's on him she's going to figure out what that means!!]

I may not always completely understand them, but that doesn't mean your thoughts and feelings aren't important. I'd never dismiss you.

I know you wouldn't. That is why I'm thanking you -
You're one of the few.

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As an Orange magician, it's... normal. To be dismissed.
Many of us are raving loons, spewing nonsense and speaking in tongues; I'm a rarity in my lucidity and ability to maneuver through the world, despite the sensory nightmare I'm constantly bombarded with.

And so, it's valuable to me that you never dismiss me.

I’m sorry that you have to go through that. Enduring that constantly… I couldn’t manage it.

...? Have I... not told you? Of the effects my Orange magic bears on me?
Currently, in my eyes, you're interwoven of tapestry fibers and what look to be small flowers [- reaching out, here, to touch a part of her suit that's probably a flower" -] and the walls seem to be vibrating.
Perhaps swirling.
Maybe speaking? I can't tell. Yawning, void-like.

[He's sure he has told her - he did ask if she was real, when they met - but still... it feels worth it to point out the depths of it, regardless.]

Or - do you mean the dismissal? Either way, both are to be excpected.
As I said... I'm an Orange magician. That is simply life in the face of such a fact.

No wonder you think I’m beautiful.

-sorry, that just slipped out. [Already wincing.]

...

[Yeah, he's pinching her cheek for that one.]

I believe you to be beautiful because you are. Not once have my nonstop, horrific hallucinations ever bastardized the look of your eyes -
And from there, I can still parse shapes enough to tell your face is lovely, and your curves are divine.

I...

I'm surprised I've never told you of them, however. But... that is my life, day-to-day - they change, but they'll always be some shade of incomprehensible to most aside from myself.
Frankly, I have no idea what Ellipsa truly looks like. ... Or anyone that I've met, here.

I may as well be blind, some days.

Ow - okay, okay. Sorry.

…You can read my mind, though. What if I concentrated really hard on what something looks like to me?

[Unpinched!]

I can't see images, unfortunately. The part of your mind I tap into are your inner thoughts - the unfiltered stream of consciousness that flows behind everyone's more aware and purposeful thoughts.
In fact, it takes me a bit of effort to hear the thoughts you choose to think, as I have to...

[Hang on, he has to think of how to describe this. The thinking even comes with him making that sort of "ehhh", back-and-forth little handwave in the air gesture.]

... I suppose you can think of it as trawling. I must trawl through your mind to reach the thoughts in the forefront of your mind.
It feels a bit like wading through mud, in terms of resistance. People don't want their conscious thoughts read, even if they aren't aware that I'm trying to read them.

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love that she's not questioning why he can think of all of those w/o any issues

"that seems like something he would know about, sure"

yknow what. she's not even wrong with that assumption, he watches enough true crime documentaries

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