[After typing "they're tall" he realizes that he already said that, doesn't really know what they're called. So a few minutes later he sends an image of a rough sketch of what they're supposed to look like.
Depicted: socks, high enough to cover her prosthetic, on obviously Heather's body type and featuring the skirt she used to wear all the damn time it's probably a little creepy.]
[ There's no response for a while. Severus starts typing something about how just because he teaches at a boarding school doesn't mean he's into this sort of thing but deletes it, deciding he doesn't think Netherlands would contact him to discuss and facilitate 'imagining my girlfriend in a school uniform' fetishes. Also because even IF Netherlands is contacting him about that, he doesn't want to acknowledge it!! Fuck's sake.
Anyway. ]
Knee socks. [ Not just Japan has them. Fortunately. ] Yes, I can.
[PLEASE DON'T MAKE HIM EXPLAIN WHY THEY NEED TO BE THAT TALL heather might kill him.
Of course if he knew Severus thought he was having schoolgirl fantasies he'd be quick to correct that, of all things. No schoolgirls just prosthetics cover-ups.]
[ The answer to that is none of his business, he knows, but putting together what he's gleaned about Heather + her mood when he last saw her, and this. Well. ]
Severus was not aware she'd relocated. 'Still working' suggests there's reason for her not to be working. He wonders if there's more cause for concern than he initially thought-- he wonders if it's something he should be thinking about at all. Ugh, people, how do they work. ]
For socks I'll need you to get a bedsheet and stitch together two fabric tubes from it. They won't need to be incredibly sock-like, but transfiguration holds infinitely better when it's changed from something that has a degree of similar structure.
[Hell if he knows. He doesn't even think it's weird that the subject is dropped just like that, just frowns and nods at the instructions. That's do-able, but:]
Have extra socks, if that's better
[Easier. More efficient. Higher quality or more durable or - whatever.]
[ Severus has An Idea already. And as shit as he is at navigating individual people, he understands enough about tactics to know that giving Netherlands the impression he's possibly going to go poke Heather with a stick would be an unwise move for all parties. ]
Yes. If you're able, add length with other fabric. Shoddy stitchwork is fine.
[It'd be polite to send some sort of confirmation, probably, but he just shows up at exactly 13:59 with two really sad approximations of socks slung into his jumpsuit belt and his payment in his chest pocket. Automatically starts heading toward Topher's old station and makes it a few steps before shaking his head and looking around for Severus, instead.]
[ Though Severus keeps to a further lab area, he's not difficult to find - heralded by dimmer lights, shelves and tables hosting odd plants and jars full of Merlin-knows-what, and one far wall covered in paper notes, his workspace is unique. And not very 'science-y', to the muggle eye.
A voice from down the hall: ] I'm back here.
[ He doesn't move to usher Netherlands in, and stays where he is, standing over a table and looking down at a surface that's been scraped over with an assortment of smashed flower petals. His fingertips and nails are stained with pigment, and he uses the side of his thumbnail to edge some of the carnage into a shape that seems to only be apparent to him. He doesn't look up. ]
[Good enough. Severus calls and he threads his way through until he reaches... whatever the hell this workspace is supposed to be. (To be fair, he also thought this about Topher's space.) (And thinks it about every science space.) (And while he might not like Severus as much as he liked Topher - dude really liked Topher - he certainly respects him more.)
Netherlands stands near the closest approximation of a threshold and stays there, unperturbed, almost relaxed. He watches Severus operate the same way someone might watch a stranger get their teeth cleaned at the dentist, one stall over.]
[ He's quiet for another half a minute before apparently being satisfied with the shape he's making. Severus pulls a thin cover over the table, charmed to keep it how he wants everything, before going to one of the panels along the wall to wash his hands. ]
All right. [ Over his shoulder (and running water). ] I hope you're going to be able to describe what you're aiming for in detail.
[That earns a scrunchy, sour lemon-ish face. Describe shit. Describe shit in detail, using Words. Argh.
Easier if he thinks of it less like describing a gift and more like laying out product specs for an order. So, ordering socks, he can do that - sighs and relaxes again and crosses his arms, drumming his fingers against his bicep as he ticks off what he wants.]
Right. Like the drawing. High enough to cover her prosthetic, won't slip down. Durable, comfortable. Uh - can you make it a color?
[Totally thinking orange. (Netherlands that's too much orange for one outfit.)]
[ He's not going to make them orange. Severus turns off the tap and dries his hands - a hopeless effort all around, as whatever respite his fingers had during the few jumps he wasn't working with potions is over now. His cuticles are stained permanently, his nails always an off-tint. He sits down at an empty table and motions for Ned to join him and fork over the Frankenstein monster sock prototypes. ]
[Said with the complete confidence of a person who believes that oranje is the best color to color and no one would ever question the decision to oranje an anything. Ever.
He says it with a nod and proceeds to heave himself down while handing over the frankensocks.]
[ Severus is still picking at the socks. It should be easy enough, but he's making them black. Because he has fucking principles, Ned. ]
Mm. [ mildly displeased at the answer, though he doesn't actually need it.
He has to consider how to craft the spell, put together from pieces of other transfigurations; it's easy enough for someone who invents spells and modifies rituals at will. After a minute the items shiver, twitch, pop! and:
Like any self-respecting pessimist, he picks up on the hum and thinks that, fuck, maybe it won't work - when suddenly it does and even for a guy who grew up thinking that there were wood and swamp spirits (and it's Hetalia there probably were idk) and knew that Severus could float a tarp around he's all wide-eyed amazement]
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SPITS COFFEE
Need those tall socks like Japan has. For Heather. Surprise
Can pay with tobacco/weed
[Netherlands pls like 2% of that will make sense to Severus.]
UR WELCOME
I don't understand the reference.
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Depicted: socks, high enough to cover her prosthetic, on obviously Heather's body type and featuring the skirt she used to wear all the damn time it's probably a little creepy.]
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Anyway. ]
Knee socks. [ Not just Japan has them. Fortunately. ] Yes, I can.
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[PLEASE DON'T MAKE HIM EXPLAIN WHY THEY NEED TO BE THAT TALL heather might kill him.
Of course if he knew Severus thought he was having schoolgirl fantasies he'd be quick to correct that, of all things. No schoolgirls just prosthetics cover-ups.]
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All right.
How is Heather?
[ The answer to that is none of his business, he knows, but putting together what he's gleaned about Heather + her mood when he last saw her, and this. Well. ]
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There's a pause, again - he's not sure how well they know each other, isn't sure what Heather would want Severus to know.]
Still on 036
Still working though
[Surely that's safe enough to say.]
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Severus was not aware she'd relocated. 'Still working' suggests there's reason for her not to be working. He wonders if there's more cause for concern than he initially thought-- he wonders if it's something he should be thinking about at all. Ugh, people, how do they work. ]
For socks I'll need you to get a bedsheet and stitch together two fabric tubes from it. They won't need to be incredibly sock-like, but transfiguration holds infinitely better when it's changed from something that has a degree of similar structure.
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Have extra socks, if that's better
[Easier. More efficient. Higher quality or more durable or - whatever.]
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Yes. If you're able, add length with other fabric. Shoddy stitchwork is fine.
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Ok
Tomorrow?
[Is that too soon he really has zero idea of what Severus's schedule is. Or even where he lives.]
going 2 bed soon but i'm down for action!
All right. Between 1400 and 1600hrs in the labs on level 3.
haha I crashed too
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A voice from down the hall: ] I'm back here.
[ He doesn't move to usher Netherlands in, and stays where he is, standing over a table and looking down at a surface that's been scraped over with an assortment of smashed flower petals. His fingertips and nails are stained with pigment, and he uses the side of his thumbnail to edge some of the carnage into a shape that seems to only be apparent to him. He doesn't look up. ]
You brought it?
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Netherlands stands near the closest approximation of a threshold and stays there, unperturbed, almost relaxed. He watches Severus operate the same way someone might watch a stranger get their teeth cleaned at the dentist, one stall over.]
Mm. Brought all of it.
[Socks, both forms of payment.]
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All right. [ Over his shoulder (and running water). ] I hope you're going to be able to describe what you're aiming for in detail.
[ .. Because. ]
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Easier if he thinks of it less like describing a gift and more like laying out product specs for an order. So, ordering socks, he can do that - sighs and relaxes again and crosses his arms, drumming his fingers against his bicep as he ticks off what he wants.]
Right. Like the drawing. High enough to cover her prosthetic, won't slip down. Durable, comfortable. Uh - can you make it a color?
[Totally thinking orange. (Netherlands that's too much orange for one outfit.)]
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[ He's not going to make them orange. Severus turns off the tap and dries his hands - a hopeless effort all around, as whatever respite his fingers had during the few jumps he wasn't working with potions is over now. His cuticles are stained permanently, his nails always an off-tint. He sits down at an empty table and motions for Ned to join him and fork over the Frankenstein monster sock prototypes. ]
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[Said with the complete confidence of a person who believes that oranje is the best color to color and no one would ever question the decision to oranje an anything. Ever.
He says it with a nod and proceeds to heave himself down while handing over the frankensocks.]
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[ Because no. Severus takes the prototypes anyway, sliding one over and rolling it out lengthwise before him. ]
Do you happen to know if the gloves I gave her still fit?
i'm not here you never saw me shhh
Not orange.
[Yeah he's intentionally shoving aside the glove question because ORANGE.]
i'm on hiatus i see nothing
[ Yes. ]
u picked a horrendous time to hiatus
[Oh. Well. His face, this time, skews remarkably close to :c before he huffs to himself and gets back onto the gloves question.]
No. I don't, I mean.
incorrect perfect time
Mm. [ mildly displeased at the answer, though he doesn't actually need it.
He has to consider how to craft the spell, put together from pieces of other transfigurations; it's easy enough for someone who invents spells and modifies rituals at will. After a minute the items shiver, twitch, pop! and:
ta-da. ]
makes a weird face
Like any self-respecting pessimist, he picks up on the hum and thinks that, fuck, maybe it won't work - when suddenly it does and even for a guy who grew up thinking that there were wood and swamp spirits (and it's Hetalia there probably were idk) and knew that Severus could float a tarp around he's all wide-eyed amazement]
Just. Like that.
[That easy? HOLY SHIT.]
i can't even watch the movie outbreak w/o crying lol
lmao GOOD CALL then
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