Fenris gears himself up to speak again, being careful to avoid brushing up against anyone and doing a good job of it. While for Wade it's from a sense of familiarity, for Fenris it's from decades of skillfully maneuvering around people to avoid as much physical contact as possible.
Once they make it to the machines Fenris' confusion goes from an angry one to just...regular confusion. He stares at the row of machines and the numbered rings, then the ball in Wade's hands, then back to the machines which appear to have holes in them. Some balls...into some holes....]
Oh.
[Oh.
Fenris' features scrunch up as he glares at Wade, his ears twitching in irritation before flattening in embarrassment.]
You could stand to be more clear next time! I thought—
[—No. No, he's definitely not going to say that.]
...that you were talking about a different game. I haven't a clue what this is.
[For the first time Fenris seems a bit smaller, even if only by a fraction. It doesn't help that his confusion only grows instead of dissipates — did Wade ask him here to play a gods damned game? Why???]
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Fenris gears himself up to speak again, being careful to avoid brushing up against anyone and doing a good job of it. While for Wade it's from a sense of familiarity, for Fenris it's from decades of skillfully maneuvering around people to avoid as much physical contact as possible.
Once they make it to the machines Fenris' confusion goes from an angry one to just...regular confusion. He stares at the row of machines and the numbered rings, then the ball in Wade's hands, then back to the machines which appear to have holes in them. Some balls...into some holes....]
Oh.
[Oh.
Fenris' features scrunch up as he glares at Wade, his ears twitching in irritation before flattening in embarrassment.]
You could stand to be more clear next time! I thought—
[—No. No, he's definitely not going to say that.]
...that you were talking about a different game. I haven't a clue what this is.
[For the first time Fenris seems a bit smaller, even if only by a fraction. It doesn't help that his confusion only grows instead of dissipates — did Wade ask him here to play a gods damned game? Why???]