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

[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.

[feathery]

I know. You keep saying that.

[If Isaac can't see Davesprite roll his eyes, he can probably tell that's what just happened from his voice.]

I thought I was gonna die when I woke up.

[Inhaling that shit felt like burning. Maybe part of why he punched Isaac out of reflex when he woke up?]

[frigidaire]

Yeah getting out of that thing sucked.

[ The sauce burned and the thought along makes his throat burn. He could hold his breath, at least while Davesprite went for the curry high dive. ]

You didn't have to punch me though. I actually bruised a little. Werewolves don't bruise like that easily, you know.

[feathery]

[If Davesprite knew Isaac swallowed any of that shit while he was still conscious, he'd laugh his ass off. He'd laugh if he knew Isaac stuck his head in it at all. Why would you do that to yourself, bro.]

Dude, I told you that was an accident. You just—startled me. I didn't even hit you that hard.

[Not as hard as he could have ≠ not hard.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac has never been the wisest of woofs, and saving his friend trumped logic, naturally. ]

I'm pretty sure you fractured something, dude. My jaw clicked for a week.

[ Getting punched in the face is the worst. ]

[feathery]

You told me you heal.

[Has Isaac been lying to him all along?]

[frigidaire]

Yeah I do. But it's not always fast, you know. Bones take longer.

[ Or so he thinks. He's been in a hospital with injuries that should have healed before, so clearly there are anomalies (SHOCKING) in his little world. ]

[feathery]

I broke your jaw and you didn't even tell me.

[It's flat. So flat.]

What the fuck, Isaac.

[frigidaire]

Uh, no. Pretty sure it wasn't broken. I was joking, dude.

[ Sort of. It did hurt pretty bad, and did a weird clicking thing, but that could have been Isaac hyper-aware of having been punched by his bff. It's tragic, okay. ]

[feathery]

[Why does Isaac do this to him.]

There is zero difference between when you're being serious and when you're joking. I think my bro had more cues to tell if he was being a dick or not, but maybe that's because he was always a dick.

[Davesprite really needs to ease up on the dark humor himself, tbh.]

[frigidaire]

You do the same thing.

[ Isaac almost feels bad. After all, he's been reprimanded by his friend before for saying stupid stuff before. ]

I mean right there. Like yeah, I'll agree your brother sounds like he was a major dick but I'm not exactly trying to be a dick to you, dude.

[feathery]

See what I mean. He's got the benefit of predictability.

[lol his bro was anything but predictable. Davesprite is being disingenuous. It's a joke inside of a truth inside of a joke, mise en abyme style.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac recognizes it for what it is, at least. He's not always the best and brightest but he tries. ]

Sure, whatever you say. I haven't met the dude, I don't know. We both suck, the end.

[feathery]

[Davesprite just gives Isaac a wary (if also slightly guilty) look. He gets the sense he fucked up, stepped maybe a little too far over the line, but he also doesn't feel like that's entirely his fault. So it's a combination of uncertainty and him feeling like he was unfairly cornered that keeps his mouth shut for a change.

How awkward is the silence that ensues. Pretty awkward, right?]

[frigidaire]

Sorry.

[ Isaac isn't sure what he's apologizing for necessarily, but it feels like it's the right thing to do. He pushes up from his place on the floor, only to take a few steps and plops himself onto Davesprite's bed. ]

My jaw's fine. You're strong, though. Remind me never to fight you or become your enemy or something.

[ #priorities ]

[feathery]

[He winces a little when Isaac apologizes to him.]

Nah, I probably... I shouldn't have said that.

[He absently rubs his own jaw.]

It was a shitty thing to do. But sure, I'll leave you notes. Memos. Gonna have to buy your own stationary if you got something special in mind, though.

[frigidaire]

It's not a big deal. I wasn't being cool either.

[ Isaac flops onto his back, because he can't ever just hold still like a normal person. ]

Right, I'll make sure to waste my money on some post-its for you or something. But for real, pretty sure it's impossible for us to be enemies, so I'm just not gonna bother.

[feathery]

[That gets Davesprite to arch an eyebrow at him.]

You think so?

[He just sounds kind of surprised.]

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac looks at Davesprite like he has six heads. ]

Yeah. You're my friend. You kept me from full moon eating people and I saved you from curry, so pretty sure that's a solid friendship, dude.

[ How dare you even question, Davesprite. ]

[feathery]

Curry that you knocked me into in the first place.

[Just gonna point that out first. There is still probably some orange mixed in with his feathers.]

[frigidaire]

Okay, yeah, you caught me. Knocked you into it on purpose. Probably a secret villain after all.

[ Oh my god get over it, Davesprite, it was an accident. ]

You got some in your feathers still, dude.

[feathery]

I knew it.

[Look, this is a much safer reaction than uncomfortably acknowledging the fact he has fucked up multiple close friendships already.

He chucks a pillow at Isaac, before he glances around at one wing. He picks at it.]

I'm probably gonna have curry in my feathers until the day I die. [Again. No, wait, that's definitely way too morbid.]

[frigidaire]

Yeah you will. That stuff reeks, too. And don't taste it. I don't even want to know what aliens put in their curry.

[ No, really, the look on his face is a pretty disgusted one at the memory alone. He chucks the pillow back at Davesprite. ]

[feathery]

[Wow, now who needs to get over a thing.

The pillow hits Davesprite in the head because he's still too busy picking at his wing. His fingers don't come away orange, but he does pull a couple feathers loose.]

You say that like it's worse than what Atroma's already been feeding us.