Bored out of My Skull [Private, Kazuo]

Kazuo took the notebook from Ren, grunting in acknowledgement of his writing. He gave him some space to consider what it was that they should do. As much as Kazuo wanted to boast of how entirely independent a person he was, he also recognized that he was at a disadvantage in this environment in which hearing might be the difference between finding a way out and, well, not. Ren suddenly worked himself up out of nowhere and snatched the notebook from Kazuo to scrawl down a quick note. Kazuo accepted it back to read. Okay, so they're in the middle of nowhere, stranded and more than just a little confused, and Ren's first thought is to go exploring?

What the heck, sure. No longer feeling it in him to make a fool of himself by trying to talk, he took up the pencil and wrote up a fast—and at least twice as intelligent, he imagined—response, then offering it back to Ren. (If that's what you think's best, dude. Just let me know if there's anything freaky I'm not catching onto, I'll let you know if I see something you don't.) There was something of an understanding they came to over the years about their senses: Ren had the hearing that Kazuo did not, and Ren's sight was a primitive knock-off of the hawk eyes of the deaf Kazuo. Kazuo wasn't much one for detail, but his senses were what they were. No amount of time being completely dumb to delicacy starved him of the powerful development of his sense of sight.