We're kinda bad at sharing our feelings

[forsometimenow]

Who: The crew of the good ship Wonderduck and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Wonderduck, planetside
When: The whole month of July

[IT'S A WONDERDUCK MINGLE.

Say hello to our new shipmates, play with fluff slugs, do what you wish.]

Comments

[forsometimenow]

Good question. I guess if it was unhappy it would be doing... something, though. ... Bite us? Does it even have teeth?

[feathery]

I still haven't figured out where it keeps its mouth. Maybe it's feeding off all our empathy waves. What up, dude, [he says, actually talking to the slug] what do you think. Are you a literal trash repository for emotional fuckery? I bet you must be fucking bloated.

[Sad bird is sad, more news at eleven.]

[forsometimenow]

[The slug, of course, remained impassive as it slithered away. Jennifer, however, looked at Davesprite with some concern.]

Jury's still out on that one... but I'm here to be a trash deposit if you need one that will talk back.

[feathery]

[Oh god he doesn't know how to talk about his feelings.]

Oh. No, it's cool. I'm cool.

[He is not cool. In fact, the longer he talks, the more anxious he gets and it just makes him ramble more. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

I know I'm just being a neurotic douche over the current and inevitable state of my life, and I'll probably get over it eventually. Or maybe not. Ok, probably not. But it's not really a thing that makes for great conversation and I don't think there's a trash deposit out there that's ready for this steaming pile of shit. Especially when you're probably like. Environmentally conscientious and recycle and shit. Is there a name for that? "Recycling plant" doesn't have the same ring as "trash deposit".

[forsometimenow]

... okay, that doesn't make it sound like you're cool.

[She sighs.]

But if you don't want to talk about it, I won't pressure you, either. It's just... not good to let stuff fester like that. I think all of us who have been here for a while can dwell a bit too much on our lives and the uncertain direction they're headed in.

[feathery]

[He just looks distinctly uncomfortable at that.]

I guess so? I dunno how much any of it has to do with here, but—

[He stands up suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck.]

Doesn't really matter, either way. It's pretty dumb, pointless stuff. I, uh, didn't mean to bring it up it in the first place, it just kind of happens. I start talking and say all this stupid shit I don't mean to say and it's fucking awkward for everyone. So, sorry about that.

[forsometimenow]

... okay. If you say so. [Yeah, that was more than a bit awkward, but if Davesprite was determined to just brush it off... she wasn't going to bother him.]

Uhm, did you need anything else?

[feathery]

No, I'm good. I'm gonna try to get this shit out of my hair so it doesn't look like I got a visit from Slimer.

[And so he can go die of embarrassment. nbd.]

[forsometimenow]

Okay. Hope all it needs is a little shampoo.