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.]

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[frigidaire]

Yeah well sorry, gonna check on you anyway. In case you get mange, I guess.

[ He doesn't really know what mange is, but the sentiment is the same. Isaac shrugs his shoulders, stuffing his hands into his pockets afterward. ] I'm gonna go get some food though, I'll bring you some on my way back.

[ Isaac's gonna be nice, so deal with it, Davesprite. ] I managed to make some good sort-of-barbecue sauce for the dinosaur the other day.

[feathery]

[AS TOUCHING AS THAT SENTIMENT IS, Davesprite is completely distracted by the mention of Isaac making barbecue sauce. In fact, he looks concerned.]

Uh. You don't say.

[...]

So how did you pull that off.

[frigidaire]

Uh it kind of tastes like it. It's spicy. There's some different powders and then I got some like, ketchupy stuff from the planet, so.

[ Isaac was a little proud and it didn't taste like death, so... ]

I mean, if you want to try it. If not, more for me dude.

[feathery]

[Davesprite just looks more disturbed. So maybe he doesn't have the deepest reservoir of confidence in a dude who broke the ship blender.]

Ok, but when did you learn how to make barbecue sauce?

[That's definitely not a skill in Davesprite's repertoire.]

[frigidaire]

Uh, I didn't really mean to? I was just trying to make hot sauce. And it ended up tasting kind of like barbecue sauce. I mean it's good on the dino meat, so.

[ Isaac should be more embarrassed, but he's at least happy whatever he mixed was edible. It's usually not. ]

[feathery]

[Well, the disturbed look has given way to a perplexed one.]

When did you learn how to make hot sauce.

[frigidaire]

I mean, I wasn't trying to make hot sauce really. I just wanted something spicy and I tried to mix a bunch of stuff. A lot of it came out gross, though.

[ He sighs. ] Do you want a sandwich or not, dude?

[feathery]

[Davesprite rn.]

Yes.

[frigidaire]

Good. I'll be back in a few.

[ Because he's gonna make a few sandwiches and come back, awkwardly shimmying down the ladder with trays of food precariously balanced in one hand, the other holding to the railing. ]

Why can't we have normal doors? Someone's gonna kill themselves on these ladders.

[feathery]

Hey—

[Which is all he manages to get out before Isaac disappears. Rude, he would have gone along with him. Usually he'd tail Isaac, anyway, but he's still clumsily bundled up in his blanket and disentangling himself enough to phase through it easily is Effort.

So he's just flopped onto his back, wings clumsily folded up on either side of him, and clicking through the network when Isaac gets back.]

I dunno, I think they're fine. [Says the kid who can fly. He looks up at Isaac, head hanging over the end of his bed.] I would've helped you out if you would have just waited, dude.

[frigidaire]

[ Well, Isaac doesn't want his ill feeling friend to be wandering around. Spoiler: he doesn't want to clean up any stray feathers. He doesn't entirely get this molting thing, and he's sure Davesprite is gonna go bald or something. ]

You should stay in bed and stuff, right? You're sick. I just needed the microwave, anyway. Here. [ It's a sloppy sort of sandwich, but have one, Davesprite. Who knows what he'll inflict on your taste buds. It smells decent-ish, anyway? ]

[feathery]

I'm not sick.

[He's still nettled about getting sick on ice planet. But he sits up and awkwardly takes the sandwich.]

I just get kind of tired sometimes, if you can even say that. It's not like I need to sleep, so maybe it's just an inconvenient holdover from Asgard. Or. [He deflates a little.] Life in general back when I was an actual bird.

[frigidaire]

You look like crap, so.

[ Isaac can't look all that great around the Full Moon, either, so he can't really pick at Davesprite too much. ]

So you were an actual bird? I mean I knew you were some weird alien mix up of the two but you're saying there once was a little bird named Davesprite, and stuff?

[feathery]

It was a crow. I let them in my room as a kid. I dunno, I guess I thought they were better than puppets.

[He shrugs a little.]

Sometimes they brought me dead stuff.

[frigidaire]

And you decided to keep the dead stuff. I mean, judging by the weird stuff you have in here.

[ He's talking around a mouthful of sandwich. ] So is that why you hide swords and stuff? I probably shouldn't look under your bed, huh?

[feathery]

[Davesprite rolls his eyes a little, sniffing at his own sandwich.]

Sure. I'm harboring a veritable boogeyman down there. Who knows what wild shit will leap at you from the dark. Might find your own reflection.

[frigidaire]

You should probably clean this room out before it starts smelling. Seriously.

[ Though Isaac rolls his eyes. ] You don't need a picture of me dude if you miss me that much, I'm just next door.

[feathery]

Your face is enough to ward off the worst space vermin. If we've got to suffer it, we might as well make use of it.

[He takes a bite of the sandwich and doesn't quite make a face. He does look at it a little strangely, though.]

What's in this?

[frigidaire]

Some of that weird dino meat, and that sauce stuff I made. I think the other thing is as close as they get to cheese on this planet. It's not bad.

[ Well, it definitely beats the protein gels and powders. ]

It's edible, anyway.

[feathery]

Huh.

[Yeah, it really isn't bad.]

Do you remember how you made the sauce.

[frigidaire]

Uh, sort of? I mean I know what I put in it, but I don't really remember how much. I just kept going until it tasted better. I'm glad it actually got better -- most times stuff I make tastes awful.

[ Isaac shrugs, letting himself slide down one wall to sit on the floor. How often does he end up on the floor? A lot. ]

[feathery]

Maybe you can figure out how to make it taste less weird next time.

[In any case, Davesprite does not get the floor sitting. He looks down at Isaac, perplexed.]

Dude, you can sit up here if you want. It's not like I'm contagious.

[frigidaire]

It's not that weird.

[ Hey now, he's proud of his weird little victory, okay? He made something that doesn't taste awful. He shrugs and finishes his sandwich. Yes, he's practically inhaled the thing. ] I'm already here, I don't want to move again. The floor's fine too.

[feathery]

[Davesprite shrugs.]

Ok. [The floor is cold, much in the same way sand is coarse and rough and irritating and gets everywhere. He doesn't see the appeal, but he isn't going to nag about it. It does make it kind of hard to talk to Isaac when he can't see him if he sits normally, but lbr, they've done this before.]

Anyway, at least this way I'll quit smelling like curry. I think that shit is permanently sealed into some of my clothes.

[frigidaire]

Yeah I think it's permanent. I guess I'm just used to it now, though. Pretty sure my room kind of smells still, too.

[ Isaac's woof nose is a little stunted by the constant curry smell, but it could be worse. He's never been good at tracking by scent, anyway. What a bad woof. ]

I can't believe you fell into that thing. I thought you were gonna die in there, dude. Death by curry. It'd be pretty lame to tell the whole fleet about it.