Discord
“It's not a salute, it’s called a ‘dab’. It’s the greatest expression of joy and excitement one can make, especially if you have bad impulse control. Which I do.” Cushion stares at their arms in confusion, then slowly raises them and tries to mimic the action you performed earlier, but they have some trouble. One of their arms is behind their back. You’re not sure why. They don’t seem to be either.
“Like this?”
“No, you need to, you just,-” You try fiddling with Cushion’s arms, but they shake your hands off. You dab again with them carefully paying attention, just to show them how it looks, but they keep struggling with putting all the body parts in the right position at the same time. It’s quite painful to watch.
Eventually, with an exasperated growl Cushion gives up trying to dab. They shake off the frustration and put a grin back on their face, as they take a seat behind the table.
“Never mind, you can show me later. Let’s play!”
You take your seat, and look at the card game. Even though you’ve never seen it before, it feels oddly familiar. You feel a need to ask a question.
“Isn’t this a single player game?”
“What? Did Fllif teach you it already?” They murmur something under their breath, almost unconsciously, though you don’t quite catch it.
“No, I just know this game.”
“Oh. Well, yes, kind of, but I like to watch other people play, and I can give hints if you’re having trouble, so it’s really like we’re both playing. I guess I don’t need to tell you the rules, sooo let’s begin!”
You inspect the board state, and begin making moves, Cushion watching each choice. A few times they shift in their seat with excitement, but you feel familiar enough with the game that you don’t think you need any help. Unfortunately, you end up running out of possible moves. Cushion looks disappointed. You push aside the lost game.
“Why don’t we play something together, like go-fish, or war?”
“What are those?
“You know, other card games?”
“Not really…”
Cushion looks vaguely interested, but they also seem to be getting slightly bored of the cards. There’s still the other cabins and playthings you haven’t looked at. Window has pulled up a stool and book from somewhere and appears to be engrossed in some novel, though you can’t see it very well through the tall grass. You also haven’t seen beyond your current vicinity at all.
What do you do?
“Like this?”
“No, you need to, you just,-” You try fiddling with Cushion’s arms, but they shake your hands off. You dab again with them carefully paying attention, just to show them how it looks, but they keep struggling with putting all the body parts in the right position at the same time. It’s quite painful to watch.
Eventually, with an exasperated growl Cushion gives up trying to dab. They shake off the frustration and put a grin back on their face, as they take a seat behind the table.
“Never mind, you can show me later. Let’s play!”
You take your seat, and look at the card game. Even though you’ve never seen it before, it feels oddly familiar. You feel a need to ask a question.
“Isn’t this a single player game?”
“What? Did Fllif teach you it already?” They murmur something under their breath, almost unconsciously, though you don’t quite catch it.
“No, I just know this game.”
“Oh. Well, yes, kind of, but I like to watch other people play, and I can give hints if you’re having trouble, so it’s really like we’re both playing. I guess I don’t need to tell you the rules, sooo let’s begin!”
You inspect the board state, and begin making moves, Cushion watching each choice. A few times they shift in their seat with excitement, but you feel familiar enough with the game that you don’t think you need any help. Unfortunately, you end up running out of possible moves. Cushion looks disappointed. You push aside the lost game.
“Why don’t we play something together, like go-fish, or war?”
“What are those?
“You know, other card games?”
“Not really…”
Cushion looks vaguely interested, but they also seem to be getting slightly bored of the cards. There’s still the other cabins and playthings you haven’t looked at. Window has pulled up a stool and book from somewhere and appears to be engrossed in some novel, though you can’t see it very well through the tall grass. You also haven’t seen beyond your current vicinity at all.
What do you do?
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