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Fourth Floor Common Room | Friday Late Evening | 9/4

Hayley was having trouble sleeping again. She'd tried everything. Counting jumping sheep, counting sheep jumping in a minefield, the usual sort of thing. None of it was working. So Hayley padded out to the common room in her bright pink pajamas (thank you, Elle).

She turned on the TV, only to discover late night re-runs of Vanessa Saturn. Wow, TV had change a lot since her time...

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[[eta: collapsing asleep now, folks. Will pick up SP tags tomorrow, if that's okay.]]

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Hayley waved back. "Wow, those are some ears!" she said.

Jak blinked, and reached for his ears for a moment. Then he pointed at hers. Hers were way weirder than his.

"...cat got your tongue?" Hayley asked.

Jak held up a finger - wait a moment - and scrambled around in his pocket for the note. It was back to being a little scrumbled up, but still read, in Jono's neat handwriting, Hi My Name Is Jak, I Have Difficulty Speaking.

"Oh no, you're one of those people that can't talk!" Hayley said. "A mime! Poor you!"

Jak blinked, putting the sign away. A mime?

He gestured in confusion.

This probably didn't help matters.

"Oh you poor thing!" Hayley said. "You should get a parrot! Then it could talk for you."

...Jak didn't have a parrot, but back home, he had a best friend-turned-Ottsel who filled that position nicel? In bafflement, he patted the currently-empty bit of armor over his shoulder.

"Exactly!" Hayley said. "I'm so glad you can hear, though. It'd be really hard if you couldn't speak or hear. I don't really know how to talk with my hands. Then again, it'd be really sad if your ears were so big but couldn't hear!"

And Jono said Jak was crazy.

He stared, self-consciously reaching back up for his ears, attempting to smooth them behind his head or something. Which wasn't going to work. They were ears.

"Oh, don't worry, I ain't makin' fun of them. They're really... they make you look like something out of a pulp novel!"

Jak's hands lingered over his ears, but he stopped smoothing them, at least. He blinked up at her. Was that a good thing?

"Did I say something wrong?" Hayley asked.

Jak scratched the back of his head. He wasn't actually sure what a pulp novel was? Cue more confused gestures.

... Finally, he just pointed at her. He was probably trying to divine her name. He was probably... also not very clear about that.

"Me?" Hayley said. "What about me?"

With a sigh, Jak fished back around in his pocket, got the sign out, and tapped the part that said Hi My Name Is.

He missed Sandover on days like this. Seriously now.

"Ohhhh!" Hayley said. "I'm Hayley. Hayley Fitzpatrick."

There was a reason that after no more than a few days, that paper already looked crumpled again, as Jak unceremoniously shoved it into his pocket and scooted over to offer her a hand.

Hayley shook his hand with a daintily but with enthusiasm. "You really should think about that parrot," she said.

He shook his head, and gestured at his shoulder again. He had someone!

Hayley nodded. "I can't wait to see it!" she said, thinking he meant he was going to get a parrot.

Jak made a few lofty gestures that implied that Daxter wasn't an it, he was a he, and he'd be both put off by being mistaken for an it and would probably try to hit on Hayley in the same breath.

As to whether he got any of this across? Your mileage may vary.

"...did you want to watch something else?" Hayley said.

... Jak sighed.

He nodded.

He was used to people interpreting him as they wished, depressingly enough.

Hayley went and fetched him the remote. "Well, you can choose what to watch, then. That seems fair, right?"

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