Silent Beauty

Chapter 3: Ways of Communication

Author's POV:

It was...awkward to say the least.

When they first got to the omega's room in the very large-and what seemed to be the only-omega building (each omega had a room to themselves so if there's a case that two omegas have the same heat cycle they won't have to share a nest room), Arthur tried to talk to him in sign language.

The muted blonde was on his bed and the alpha was at the desk chair, both staring at each other, unsure how to approach.

After a minute of Alfred not responding to his question of 'What do you want to do?', the pair stood there, unsure of what else to do.

"You understand English right?" Alfred finally asked, breaking the silence.

Arthur nodded slowly, confused on why he wanted to know. Did he think he was deaf?

"Oh good, I wasn't sure since you used sign if you could hear. So, you don't talk?"

Arthur nodded again. 'Moons, he's slow isn't he?' The omega thought to himself.

"So I'm guessing if I asked you for the WiFi password to the building you would have it?" Alfred asked awkwardly.

Arthur gave a small smile. 'Yup, he's an idiot.'

He got off the bed and walked over to the desk, opening the top drawer and taking out a folded piece of paper. He carefully unfolded it and handed it to the alpha with pale fingers, which Alfred thought looked soft.

"Oh, thanks." Alfred nodded, though embarrassed. "I have some homework to do and I didn't want to do when I got back to my dorm because I had another thing to do."

Arthur nodded and pointed to the desk, hoping he got the message.

"...You'd let me do it here?"

Arthur nodded, motioning over to his backpack. He then pointed to himself.

"You have homework too?"

Arthur nodded.

"Coolio."

Arthur blinked twice, unsure what to make of that. He mostly spoke in sign language with people who couldn't see or people who couldn't hear. He didn't communicate well with what the kids in their academy called "Normies". The Normal people, the ones who could hear, see, and talk with only slight difficulty like the common blurry vision-easily fixed with glasses-or tongue twister. He was almost jealous of the alpha and his ability to just string words together so nicely upon his tongue while he had to keep it all inside him and in his thoughts, no way to communicate it properly without needing help of scent and hand motions.

The mute just walked over to his backpack, tossed it on his bed, and grabbed out his folder. Mathematics. He hated the topic. He sucked at it. English, History, and Science, he can do that, but maths? No, he'd rather jump over a highly active volcano with only a meter sprint before hand. Maybe if he died then he wouldn't have to study for the stupid test he had in a week.

Arthur sighed at it and took out his sign language packet, looking at the phrases he had to work on.

'Can you please hand me the milk?'

'[Your name] is my name, what is yours?'

'Have you ever been to [city of choice here]?'

'When is tea time?'

'How long does the movie run?'

These five phrases. He gets five new phrases everyday. Sure, it could get boring, but it was better than maths!