On 9th March 2008, historians have found what they believe is the first recording of a human voice. Predating Thomas Edison’s first phonograph recording of 1877. The “phonautograph”, created by etching soot-covered paper by Parisian inventor Edouard-Leon Scott de Martinville, was played by US scientists using a “virtual stylus” to read the lines. The recording was initially believed to be the voice of a woman or adolescent, but further research in 2009 suggested the playback speed had been too high and that it was actually the voice of Scott himself. This is the original recording.
With a half-hearted nod Jack ambled over towards the dresser, his one hand slipping below to clutch at the edge of his towel that slowly began inching its way loose; at this point barely clinging onto the man’s slender hips. “Now I wonder why that is..”He said quietly with a soft chuckle. “Though… I’m glad this time you’re a little more.. Ah… Coherent. Er… Convayent? Is that the word? N-no… The first one. At least this time you’re fully awake. Yeah?” Deciding his wording was the least of his worries at the moment, Jack turned his attention back to the task at hand. And after making sure that the linin was securely tucked in place, Jack leaned over a tad and pulled open the top drawer, fingers already at work rummaging through the piles of clothes.
“Yeah um… Long sleeves. It is pretty nipple-y now… Hm? That’s the fun of water for you… It’s all fun and games until your soaking wet and someone stole your towel. Uh.. Not that I’m going to steal your towel or anything. Just umm…” Before he could say anything else he would later regret, Jack’s hands managed to thankfully find something he would deem a suitable match to Hiccup’s requirements. “Oh. Look at this.” He said more to himself than to anyone else. In his hands he held what looked like a dark green sweater. Admittedly, even to Jack the thing seemed a little old, and had possibly seem better days; but it looked warm and cozy, and perfect for sleeping in. Despite its few meager flaws Jack hooked it over the crook of his arm and bent over a bit more to get into the lower drawer, without even turning to confirm his choice with Hiccup.
“Pants pants…” The man mumbled under his breath, slipping into his own little world. Although, if Jack had any inkling of what Hiccup’s thoughts were at the moment, there would be no doubt that his pale cheeks would be ablaze while a rather dopey smile would have been spread across his face. The thought of dating certainly had crossed the man’s mind more than once by this point, but that fantasy was determined to allow itself to be pushed aside by Jack’s self-doubt over his less than desirable status.
Just as he had pulled out a pair grey sweatpants, Hiccup’s next instruction had caught Jack’s attention. Right… Underwear. Might be a decent idea… Casting a glance over at the set of drawers, Jack bit his lower lip to contain the juvenile smile that wanted to poke through. Okay, he really had no reason to react as such, but perhaps it was that little side of Jack that never quite wanted to grow up, but the supposedly full grown man couldn’t fight the giggle that slipped out between the corners of his lips. “G-gotcha. Gitchies. N-no problem.” Opening up one of the small drawers, Jack was quick to find a pair and added them to the growing pile of clothes that dangled over his arm.
“Th-there we go.” He stammered out as he turned to face Hiccup with a cheeky smile. “Hope everything is to your liking.”
Hiccup brought his hand to palm at his face as though to rid the heat rising to his cheeks. Quite the opposite to Jack, he’d never possessed (or at least could not remember possessing) that juvenile streak. To the contrary the boy was often very reserved in regards to anything surrounding any such topic. He was determined in the moment, to gather himself some and ignore the giggle he’d heard as well as the childish smile practically audible in Jack’s voice.
The boy extended his arms to accept the clothes, offering a ‘thank you’ before bringing them against his chest.His looked down to survey the Jack’s choices, smiling when he noticed the dark green top at the bottom of the small pile. “Ha.. haven’t worn this in ages,” he commented quietly, looking the garment over before promptly slipping it over his head. Once his hands had emerged at the other sides of the sleeves he turned back up to Jack.
“S-sorry to leave you hanging,” he smiled apologetically before bringing his focus back over to his dresser, “At the very back of the second draw uh, there should be a pair of pants that fit you,” Last time Hiccup had tried them on (under insistence of his eager father) the legs of garment pooled at his feet. Though the freckled youth hadn’t been expecting much different considering they were a set with that over-sized hoodie. “A-and uh.. shirts…shirts,” he continued, essentially just musing aloud, “ T-there might be something stretchy enough to fit you at the back of the top drawer.”
As Hiccup spoke he made quick work of getting himself the rest of the way dressed. Something most would consider at least a little impressive given the teens amputee status. Once clothed again, the boy began to properly dry his hair with the damp towel. His efforts weren’t entirely successful, but at least now there wouldn’t be any more dripping. “When things aren’t so hazy up in this head of mine, I’ll uh, be sure to take the other stuff down to be washed. U-uh, any luck over there?”
For the moment the boy kept himself facing the other way, hoping to offer some form of privacy. In the moment to himself, Hiccup slowly began to notice the empty feeling in his stomach. It honestly didn’t feel like that long ago that he’d eaten, but then again the day had sort of just flown by him. He felt a little bad at that, realizing that especially in his state it probably wasn’t good to forget to feed himself. Even with that in mind though, the prospect of cooking… or making Jack feel obligated to cook wasn’t all that appealing.
Thankfully, an idea was quick to strike the youth. He smiled, turning his head slightly so as to project his voice in Jack’s direction, “Hey uh, dunno if you’re hungry or not yet, but if you are.. does uh, getting a pizza sound alright to you?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Jack assured as he turned on his heel. The man waved over his shoulder dismissively and toddled back over to the dresser, all the while his free hand had returned to clutch the ends of his towel. Deciding the pants would be easier to weed out, Jack opened the second drawer first and began to sift through the seemingly (to him anyway) pairs of pants before him. Shifting his weight from foot to foot impatiently, it thankfully didn’t take Jack too long to find garment that was offered to him; although Jack wouldn’t admit it, his quick find most likely had something to do with the all too familiar colour that resembled the hoodie that was leant to him not too long ago. The man smiled to himself as he checked the size and confirmed his suspicions, before hooking them over his arm.
He nodded absentmindedly as Hiccup spoke, only vaguely recognizing the instructions he was being given. “Stretchy shirt. Got it.” He mumbled as he pulled open the second drawer. However, it soon dawned on Jack that while he was giggling at retrieving Hiccup’s underwear, he himself had none to wear at all. Would it be strange to ask to borrow a pair? Should he just go without? But then again he was borrowing a pair of pants… What exactly was proper etiquette for such a situation, and how could he lightly bring up the fact that his only pair of underwear was certainly no longer wearable, and also laying on the bathroom floor along with his other borrowed clothing? Would Hiccup’s even fit a- and it seemed that the clean clothes were already half way up his skinny legs, and his towel was laying on the ground. Well. Too late to go back now, was it? Commando it was then, and hopefully the topic wouldn’t come up any time soon.
Now halfway clothed, Jack went back to his less than successful search of a clean shirt. He bit his lip, and almost didn’t hear Hiccup’s suggestion of pizza. “Oh…” Now that the topic was brought up, Jack also realized that he had barely eaten all day, and any meal would be welcome at the moment. Tossing a look over his shoulder, the man gave a sheepish smile and paused in his search briefly. “Y-yeah, sounds good to me… You know. If you want it, I’m game.”
Deciding that the shirt was a lost cause, Jack closed the drawer and scooped up his towel to give it a decent rub over his damp hair. Now without Hiccup’s body heat to keep him warm, it really began to set in just how chilly he was now. With his hair now somewhat dry, Jack draped the towel over his shoulders and ambled over to the other side of the room to search for his discarded hoodie.
Thankfully for Jack’s sake, the man’s underwear dilemma was completely lost on Hiccup. He smiled upon Jack’s reply, offering a quick look of his own. “Neat. I uh, know this family-owned place not far from here who make them really big - totally made the mistake of ordering more than one last time heh- , f-figured it’d be easier than trying to cook something right now.”
When Jack re-approached the other side of the room, Hiccup’s eyes followed him. A glance towards the now closed drawers told him the chestnut haired man wasn’t successful in finding himself a shirt. “Uh…no luck then?” he asked, feeling a little sheepish for giving the guy hope of finding something to wear and then not delivering Maybe it was a little silly as the boy knew full well, Jack being Jack, wouldn’t make a fuss…but still.
He watched as the older male located the over-sized hoodie from amongst other discarded clothing. Seeing their clothes scattered aimlessly across the floor gave reminder to Hiccup of what he and Jack had been doing to get them to wind up there. He kissed Jack today. Made-out actually, among… other things. Again, it was probably silly, but the thought had Hiccup smiling widely, cheeks glowing a slight red. It’d certainly been a heck of day.
"I’ll uh, probably call and order in a sec," the youth said shortly after, eyes lazily following Jack’s movements. As he spoke Hiccup shuffled more towards the top of his bed, reaching for his prosthetic.
Jack hummed appreciatively at the offer, his mouth already watering with the thought of the delicious meal that was to come. Warm dough with melty cheese and who knew what kind of toppings- really man didn’t care what type it was so long as it soothed the growing rumbles in his empty stomach. “Sounds great.” Jack agreed happily as he plucked the now terribly wrinkled hoodie off of the ground, and held it in his hands appreciatively. He’d grown rather attached to the thing over the past few days, and if he were to be honest, Jack doubted he would have found anything as comfortable as it was in any of Hiccup’s drawers. Of course, he would have to wash it eventually, but that could wait for later, couldn’t it?
“It’s okay.” The man assured as he dropped the towel on the ground at his feet, so he could pull the fleecy garment back over his head, once more covering his chest and offering a welcome protection from the chill. Jack flashed a lopsided grin as his head popped through the neck hole and pushed his arms through his sleeves. “Luck doesn’t really like me so much, so it’s no biggie.” After straightening the oversized hoodie over his body by giving the hem a few quick tugs, Jack turned his full attention to Hiccup. It was then that the man actually caught the silly, but still rather adorable look that was plastered on Hiccup’s face.
Jack felt his own expression soften while his heart skipped a beat in his chest. Maybe he was just imagining it, or it was all just wishful thinking, but just the way how Hiccup was staring at him right now made him feel like there were butterflies fluttering around in his stomach and his knees feel weak. Just how long had the boy been watching him? And… Was it just Jack’s subconscious silently begging for approval, or was that a slight admiration in Hiccup’s eyes? Jack couldn’t be certain, but as he nervously ran his fingers through his dampened hair, he could feel the heat slowly creep up to his cheeks. He bit his lip and shifted his weight from foot to foot awkwardly as he bit back a small chuckle. “W-well um…” Geez… It was just a look, how was it that Hiccup could get him so flustered with just his eyes? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that it was him of all people that was on the receiving end of such affectionate stares. For once, the lingering look didn’t make him want to disappear, but rather filled him with a small sort of pride he was not used to. As foreign as it was, Jack found he rather liked it.
Catching Hiccup’s movements, Jack took a breath, trying to compose himself before he spoke. “H-hey um… I know it kinda… You know… Goes against everything we did today but…” The man laughed at this, his hand wandering up to rub at the back of his neck as he took a few small steps towards Hiccup. “Where exactly do you think you’re going? Pretty um… Pretty sure bed rest is mucho important for healing mister.”