Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-05-06 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~abigail knightly, ~ernest hemingway |
Who? Hemingway, Abi, Charlie
Where? Their apartment
When? Friday morning
What? Chilling and stuff
Rating? Low for once
Open? No
If anything was confirmation that Hemingway was feeling more like his usual self after the mess that was Milan, and that the fatigued feeling from the medication had properly lifted from him now, it was that he had been up and clacking away at a typewriter first thing. By now, there was more piled on the desk than had floated into the bin. He really couldn't ask for more than that. He wasn't sure how long he'd been working at it, but apparently Abi had been up with Charlie because the kid was clean and dressed, peeking round the door at what his papa was up to with a cheeky smile. As Hemingway looked up and caught sight of him, Charlie giggled and tried to hide behind the door.
"That's funny, I thought I saw Charlie just now," Hemingway mused aloud, making Charlie giggle more and then jump out with a roar. Hemingway gave him a good display of being shocked and surprised by this sudden attack. "Is me! No scary really, is me!" Charlie assured him with a winning smile. "What doing?" he asked, getting on tiptoes and trying to get a look at the desk properly.
"Writing. Want a go?" Hemingway asked of him. Charlie considered it for a moment, and then nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, I'll show you." Hemingway pulled out the half-finished page and slipped in a fresh sheet for the kid before lifting him up and sitting him on the desk, turning the typewriter towards him. Charlie looked between him and the machine, and then almost nervously pressed on of the keys down, looking very confused when nothing much happened. "Harder than that," Hemingway told him, and Charlie tried again, getting a faint 'N' onto the paper.
"Let's write your name, I'll help you first time, okay?" Hemingway took hold of the kids hand, guiding him to the right keys and helping him press them down until they had CHARLIE written on the paper. "Say Charlie?" Charlie asked in amazement, pointing at the sheet. "Yeah, it says Charlie. Come on, your turn," he told him. "This one-" he pointed at the C, letting Charlie press it himself this time, and then continuing the process until they had a second, albeit fainter CHARLIE on the sheet. "That's it, well done- see, it says Charlie again." This got a little round of applause out of the toddler.