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cyrusfm​:

          it wasn’t a hard task to wiggle your way into cyrus’ heart, since he was a rather friendly and warm person, but to get him to actually keep you in his life was something else entirely. his trust issues and restless personality often pushed people away but that didn’t happen with waves — and he’s incredibly grateful for that because they had quickly became one of the people he adored the most in roswell. their signs are much faster than his clumsy ones but in the time they’ve known each other, he’d become quite good at understanding them. “thank you.” cyrus signs back, a goofy smile at the praise from his friend. “plans for what?” he wonders as he hadn’t learnt that particular word yet. “whatever it was, i’m free for the rest of the day so i’ll gladly help you out if you want. i’ve also been wondering what i’ll do for my birthday next month so you could help me with ideas, too.” he opts to both sign and say the words. in case he would get something wrong, waves could always read his lips and teach him the proper way to sign it.

H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N. Waves opted to fingerspell as they could tell Cyrus didn’t know the sign they’d used for the holiday. “Halloween.” They then both spoke aloud and demonstrated the sign once more. It was a learning opportunity; and they weren’t going to pass that up. Plus in the time they’d known Cyrus, they’d come to learn he was one of the most eager people in Roswell when it came to learning ASL. “The Teal Pumpkin Project is for raising food allergy awareness during Halloween. It’s about giving non-food treats out to children and individuals who can’t have the typical candy.” They decided to just use their voice to explain the concept their café was named for. It was something quite important to them as non-food items had been the only way they’d been able to go Trick-or-Treating safely as a child. “Wait... When is your birthday?” 

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Not long after the one year anniversary of the Teal Pumpkin Café’s opening, Waves had decided to install a series of shelves in the dining area to then fill with games for the café’s customers to play should they so choose to. Most days, the majority of the games just gathered dust; but every now and then, someone would pick one up to play. It helped with the atmosphere, making it more homey and welcoming in the brunette’s opinion... And sometimes, they enjoyed taking a break for themself to play a game with a friend.  I win. You lose. They signed, a wide smirk growing upon their face as they responded to Alessandra’s question. “I win. You lose.” They then signed again, this time speaking the words aloud. “Do you really want to play again?” They asked, both signing and speaking once more. 

LOCATION: teal pumpkin cafe STATUS: closed / @thesbianxwaves​

alessandra spent many days just hanging around the teal pumpkin cafe playing board games. it was just nice sometimes to hang around and relax. sometimes, waves was nice enough to play a game with her. the two were currently on their second game of connect 4, and as waves placed their final yellow piece in a line of four, it was clear they had won. again. however, alessandra was a pretty sore loser. “what’s the sign for best three out of five?”

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As they were currently behind the front counter today, Waves kept their attention on the door whenever they didn’t have a line in front of them. They didn’t want to miss someone come in, always hating when that ended up being the case. They knew it wasn’t their fault { and even less of their fault if the customer didn’t read the little sign on the counter saying to ring the bell for service }; but they still couldn’t help feeling bad. So with eyes glued to the door when not scanning the immediate vicinity of the dining area, they perked up when the door opened. Spotting a very familiar and friendly face, they smiled as Aaron approached the counter. Hello. They signed back. How are you? That sign they hoped he remembered. It was one they’d practiced with him during their last little kitchen session.

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         would it have been easier for aaron to walk to his neighbour’s home instead of all the way to their workplace? absolutely. but finding himself with a day off and nothing to do, aaron was far to excited to wait for the cafe to close to show waves the skills he’d been practicing  – and also, who could resist a good muffin? pushing through the cafe doors, aaron immediately and rather proudly approaches the counter, signing a ‘hello’ with a freehand, the other wrapped around his tupperware container.

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httpalexm​:

“Even if I have to carry you on my back the whole time, Waves! No more of that – you and I are gonna be the final girl.” he nods his head – neither of them were girls, but the cliche title still counts for them here. “Actually, I think I might have to leave the final girl title to you. I’ll probably die at the very end trying to save you, because you know, I’m so heroic. I tell you to ‘go, get the cure, Waves!’ dramatically before I die, and then you find the cure and share it with the remainder of humanity. So, see? You have to stay alive to help me die my noble death.” he grins, quite proud of himself for that little monologue, trying his best to make sure that they get every single word of that. He shrugs at them, “I don’t know, this happens to me like… once a year. I’ll obsess over zombies for a month, and then forget all about them.” 

“Yeah... You lost me.” Zombies, apocalypses, the horror genre in general... None of that was for Waves. They’d seen two horror movies before; and even then, they’d watched for the Deaf representation and use of ASL rather than for any of the cliche horror stuff. They had zero interest in horror otherwise; and honestly, they thought the concept of zombies was kinda stupid. And just really creepy. “Should I just smile and nod and pretend I have any idea what’s going on?”

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Looking up from their desk as someone came into their office, Waves gave Seb a small smile before their eyes trailed to his lips. They’d obviously not caught everything he said; but they caught enough. “We close in an hour and a half... Is it really that bad out there today?” The brunette hadn’t ventured to the front of the café much since earlier that morning. They’d had a lot of background work to get done which led them to spend most the day in their office on their laptop. And if they weren’t there, they were in the kitchens overseeing the rollout of the new fall menu items.  

for: @thesbianxwaves​ location: pumpkin teal cafe

“I really don’t know what’s going on today, but it’s like all the weirdos just pulled up to our door in a bus…” It really had been strange request after strange request. People popping in the ask for directions to places that Sebastian had never even heard of, despite living in Roswell all of his life. Three customers in a row asking for burgers, despite it being quite obvious outside what the cafe was. “You sure we can’t just shut up shop now?”

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joseph-wilsons​:

seeing that the other hadn’t caught anything of what he said, he let out a small sigh as he looked over at the notepad and the pen that the other had pushed towards him, before grabbing the pen. “okay, sorry… you know that once i start talking, i really can’t stop.” he said as he started drawing a squirrel - he was pretty good at drawing, mostly because most of the classes he took in high school were spent drawing and he knew it was probably for the best if he just drew something - he wasn’t even sure if he could spell ‘ratatouille’. after finishing drawing the squirrel, he drew a chef’s hat on top of its’ head, then turned the notepad so waves could see what he was doing. “see? it’s a squirrel instead of a rat… you know, ratatouille but with squirrels… isn’t it awesome?” he asked with a smile.

Waves’s eyes trailed down to watching as Joey began to draw something on the notepad instead of write. It took them a few moments to realize what he was drawing; but it took much longer for them to make sense of his little sketch... A squirrel in a chef’s hat? They glanced back up and caught his lips moving, spotting a familiar word they figured was all they needed to really understand what their friend was going on about. “Remy the Squirrel?” They asked, still wanting clarification. “Is that Remy the Rat’s long lost American cousin or...?”

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` 𝑺𝑴𝑺 📲 juni & 🌊 waves

juni: i wanna do something nice!! 🥰

juni: is it the house with all of the flowers out front?

Waves: Could you be any more vague???

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As Joey began to ramble on, Waves tried to follow along for about thirty seconds before they finally gave up. It was useless. He was speaking way too quickly; and his words were just blurring together. They’d caught nothing. Absolutely nothing. “Uh...” Their eyes knitted together in confusion as they watched him continue on; and once he appeared to be done speaking, the brunette merely shook their head. “What?” They asked before reaching for the notepad and pen that were conveniently off to the side of the table they’d been working at. The café hadn’t been too busy; and since once of their employees was watching the registers, they’d snuck off to a booth to get some work done. “Can you maybe write that down?” They pushed the notepad and pen in his direction. “Or should I just get someone to come interpret?” They had a few hearing employees who knew how to sign well enough to help out in a situation like this. They were sure one of them wouldn’t mind taking a break to come help.

who: joey wilson & @thesbianxwaves​ where: teal pumpkin café

“okay, i just had the most brilliant idea ever and i have to tell someone… but you can’t steal it or else, i’ll be really sad about that.” joey said, not even greeting waves as he took a seat in front of his friend, waiting for the other to notice that he was there and he was ready to talk the rest of the day. “so, you know that movie ratatouille? it’s a pretty awesome movie, right? i mean, who wouldn’t want a rat cooking food for them? i’m pretty sure i tried that when i was a kid, but my dads didn’t like the idea of having rats in the house. and that’s when i come up with this idea… what if it was the same idea, but with squirrels? i mean, they seem way more friendly and i don’t think people would mind having squirrels in their house because they’re adorable! who would want to hurt a squirrel?” he asked, looking over at waves in hopes that they liked the idea.

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httpalexm​:

“C’mon, Waves. As soon as you spot a zombie roaming around Roswell, come find me and I’ll just have to make sure we both make it to the end.” he grins at them. He speaks as if he actually had the gumption to survive an apocalypse. Realistically, Alex would probably off himself due to the destruction of media and fame and him not having the attention that he currently thrives on. But, in his little fantasy world, he’s Rick Grimes. “I think we could take on a couple of zombies. Maybe that’ll be the day the aliens finally come down to help humanity.” he snickers. 

“If I spot a zombie, I’m locking my doors and texting Marcel goodbye.” Waves spoke up after a moment of piecing together the words they’d caught. If the zombie apocalypse did come, they knew they’d stand no shot; and since they wouldn’t want their loved ones to worry, they’d really just make a point of saying their goodbyes before cutting off all contact and ultimately letting themself go. It was such a situation they’d actually be grateful of their weak heart for once. A few days locked in their house without their usual treatment and they’d drop dead. Thank you Long QT Syndrome. No need to ever venture outside and fight zombies. They’d just move on to whatever the afterlife brought. It sure as hell would have to beat fighting for basic supplies and constantly being on high alert. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? Why the big interest in zombies?” 

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` 𝑺𝑴𝑺 📲 juni & 🌊 waves

juni: hey, so where do u live?

juni: not to be creepy i promise!!!! 😓

juni: just realized that could be taken out of context

Waves: Lunar Crescent

Waves: Why are you asking???

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jadenlapointe​:

he was quickly running out of room on the crumpled up receipt , and so he consciously attempted to scrawl a little smaller , even if that made his words a little harder to read . his handwriting wasn’t the best but jaden was trying , and he’d make a note to bring an actual notepad next time so they wouldn’t need to work with such finite resources . ‘ i hadn’t thought of that ‘ was his response and , honestly , the idea of a gofundme or the like hadn’t really crossed is mind . he despised the idea of charity , but right now when it felt he was drowning in unpaid bills it seemed like the best ( and most realistic ) option for a scrap of monetary relief . ‘ i just hope i can raise enough to get by ‘ . every now and again his parents would chip in , and juniper had volunteered to cover his insurance now that he’d sorted out a plan in retrospect , but that wouldn’t help the piling costs for medication , maintenance on his leg , check-ups , therapy sessions .. the list was endless , but there was comfort in the fact that waves could understand to an extent despite their situations being vastly different . 

Waves passed the receipt paper back to Jaden in the event he wished to utilize it more for written communication. And as he did, they turned their attention to what he’d written, spending a bit longer this time making sense of the chicken scratch. The fact he’d written a little smaller than before made it even harder for the brunette. But they managed. Somehow, they always did. “If you do start a GoFundMe, let me know.” They’d definitely donate themself; and they knew they could easily get their parents to donate as well { gotta love that old French money }. Plus they could share it on their social media. They had a pretty big following and were sure they could get some additional support for their friend. “I’d be happy to help.” 

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“A zombie apocalypse?” Waves cocked their head to the side as they pieced together the bits they’d managed to read upon Alex’s lips. Those two words were really all they got. The rest was merely them taking an educated guess based on the man’s face and overall body language. “If that were to happen, I’d be the first to die.” There was no way in hell the brunette would be able to survive long in that sort of settling. They weren’t a fast runner. They were insanely clumsy. And their heart wouldn’t be able to handle the stress { if they even lasted long without access to their usual cocktail of meds, that is }. “Even if I’d like to dream I’d be half as badass as Connie.” That character was all they knew about The Walking Dead and the whole zombie obsession that show brought about. And that was because of Lauren. They loved Lauren. She was a doll. And she was a fellow deafie. 

Every so often, Alex would remember his brief obsessions with The Walking Dead and rewatch it up until he got bored of them again and never thought about it for another year or two. Currently, he was in that phase, and just about to finish season 2. “Do you honestly think you’d be prepared for a zombie apocalypse if it happened?” he pauses, and purses his lips at the person he was speaking to, “My only concern is that if I can still look as hot as Rick Grimes did while he was literally fucking up every zombie he comes across. If I can conquer that, I feel like I can make it through the apocalypse. Right?” 

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what's ur gender?

angel

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@milenahq​

It was a rare occurrence that a customer would come through the doors of the Teal Pumpkin Café and try to start shit with one of its employees. And when that would happen, Waves dreaded having to march out of their office or out of the kitchens to deal with the troublemaker. Yelling made lipreading 100x more of a challenging; and they found such interactions to be nothing short of exhausting... Unfortunately, they had one such interaction today in the form of a customer insisting the café served cow’s milk despite literally everything about the place screamed vegan. The man was adamant about ordering a latte with cow’s milk; and he wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. This led to the brunette having to kick him out and then give the cashier that had been harassed an extra break to regain their mental focus.

“I-I’m sorry about that.” They turned their attention to the next individual in line, someone who had unfortunately been forced to witness the jerk yelling about cow’s milk. “What can I get you today?”

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Today was a slower day for the Teal Pumpkin Café; and while most business owners would fear slow days they could impact a business financially, Waves was actually relieved. They needed the breather as their fatigue had been rather bad lately; but they didn’t want to take any more days away from the café than their usual day off each week { though even then, the brunette usually spent that day baking and perfecting recipes }. Noticing the front door open out of the corner of their eyes, they glanced up, a smile beginning to spread upon their face as the saw who had just come in. Cyrus... The two had formed quite the unlikely little friendship over the past few months; and now Waves was starting to consider him to be one of her favorite people in Roswell { not that she kept a list or anything }. They were about to greet him when he beat them to it, opting to fully sign his greeting to the best of his ability. His hand movements weren’t the most fluid; but the fact he was trying meant the world to the brunette. Their face lit up as they began to sign back. You’ll be a natural in no time. They began, truly meaning those words. If Cyrus continued to learn at the pace he was proving to be learning now, he’d be a pro signer before he knew it. They continued to sign their response; but they were more than willing to use their voice if anything wasn’t understood just yet.  I’m not busy. It’s been a slow day; so Atlas and I have been chilling and talking plans for Halloween. That was a big deal for the Teal Pumpkin Café, especially given how its owner wished to bring more awareness to how the eatery got its name: from the Teal Pumpkin Project, a movement set on raising awareness of food allergies and providing safe trick-or-treating to children with allergies, sensitives, intolerances, or restrictive diets.  

location: teal pumpkin café ! availability: closed, @thesbianxwaves​

          Cyrus’ friendship with Waves wasn’t expected in the least, just two strangers with complete opposite aesthetics sharing pride month drinks at the local LGBTQ+ bar, but in the short time he’d known them, he became pretty attached. Their friendship also gave him the opportunity to learn more sign language and he’d been excited to show Waves the progress he’d made lately. Walking into the café after his shift at Black Box, Cy’s slipping out of his leather jacket and throwing it on an empty chair when he spots them, waving them over. But instead of blabbering out the words, he decides to try and sign out the greetings. “Hey, I hope you’re not too busy right now. I just had the rest of my day off and I thought I’d stop by to check up on you.” He offers Waves a crooked smile. He knows his signs are little bit clumsy still but he’s proud of himself.

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fmmarcel​:

I could, which is why I suggested it.  It was no secret at all that Marcel thought the absolute world of his sibling.  Waverly could do anything they put their mind to, and then some.  Their cooking was one of the things he missed the most about living together - the frequent family style meals were reminiscent of home, so nights like these were much appreciated and looked forward to eagerly.  Well, maybe you should be on a baking championship show; I know you’ve got the best bakery in New Mexico, he was teasing only a little, since he actually did think they were the best.  Alright, fine, he was defeated, and retreated to the dining room, getting himself situated at one of the seats, folding his hands in front of him.  It wasn’t really ever easy, being a guest, least of all in Waverly’s house.  He always wanted to help them with something, knowing that two sets of hands were better than one, but serving meant that their hands were busy, and it was harder for them to communicate.

After Marcel took his leave from the kitchen and went to sit down at the table just in the next room, Waves turned their attention back to the food they’d prepared. First, they decided to carry the dish of ratatouille out to the table, ignoring their brother as they did so. They knew he’d probably try to offer to help again; but they were more than capable of serving the meal... as long as they didn’t trip. But their house was designed specifically to minimize tripping hazards. The tile in the kitchen and the wood floors in the dining area were kept in tip-top shape. If so much as one tile or plank of wood was loose or warped, the brunette would have someone come out and repair it ASAP. And they didn’t opt for any sort of area rugs. There really was nothing for them to trip over other than their own two feet. 

Returning to the kitchen, they then grabbed the bowls they’d serve the soup in and carefully poured the chickpea bisque into each one. For this, they did have slightly more concerns in terms of tripping and spilling hot soup everywhere; so they utilized a serving tray their sister Lena had gotten them as a housewarming present when they’d first moved out of Marcel’s place and into their own on Lunar Crescent. Making their way into the dining area, they placed the tray down on the table before picking up one of the bowls and setting it in front of their brother. What do you want to drink? They then inquired. They’d go fetch drinks from the kitchen and return to the table to finally sit down and eat.

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httpdax​:

Dax plopped himself down on the couch he had grown so familiar with, since he spent a lot of time hanging out with Waves here since they became friends. He cherished these moments, when they had the time to sit back here with him, laughing at each other, and them feeding Dax whatever baked treat they had for him. Very satisfying friendship, overall. He watched as Waves looked for the jar, and every now and then he would sign funny shit to them when they made eye contact, to mess around. He couldn’t’t sit still if his life depended on it. 

It took Waves another few minutes to finally find where they’d moved the jar of edible gold leaf to. It hadn’t been on the shelf they remembered seeing it last; so they’d struggled to figure out where else it might’ve been. But they’d found it, tucked safely away behind some mason jars filled with assorted allergy-friendly sweets they sometimes liked to snack on. Turning back towards where Dax had listened and was now lounging on the couch, they handed over the little jar. “That’s a $50 worth of gold leaf there... Don’t spend it all in one place.” He could have the jar if he really wanted, do with it what he pleased. If the brunette ever needed gold leaf again for a custom order, they’d just order more.