[Sunny really had tried his best with the nickname. It was inevitable to be a bit cheesy, as the remote corners of Headspace were filled with such puns… but then he realized that the skeleton might have a name and it’s probably more polite to call him that…?]
Is it… ok…? [His question is hesitant, full of the potential rejection and the idea that maybe the skeleton wouldn’t want to talk anymore if he was given an unknowingly bad moniker.
If there was one thing Sunny was good at noticing, it was body language - and that slight twitch of a bony hand spoke volumes. Of what, he wasn’t sure, but it was still movement, like something begun and halted.
But then they’ve moved on to Sunny’s drawing, and the teen’s eye lights up a bit. Oh, he liked it! And he remembered!] Is ok. No peppers here… [It was true. Not that Sunny had searched outside of the Oasis till… today… and that realization brought him back to exactly why he was here and…
The teen wilted a bit, growing quiet. What… was he supposed to do now?]
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Is it… ok…? [His question is hesitant, full of the potential rejection and the idea that maybe the skeleton wouldn’t want to talk anymore if he was given an unknowingly bad moniker.
If there was one thing Sunny was good at noticing, it was body language - and that slight twitch of a bony hand spoke volumes. Of what, he wasn’t sure, but it was still movement, like something begun and halted.
But then they’ve moved on to Sunny’s drawing, and the teen’s eye lights up a bit. Oh, he liked it! And he remembered!] Is ok. No peppers here… [It was true. Not that Sunny had searched outside of the Oasis till… today… and that realization brought him back to exactly why he was here and…
The teen wilted a bit, growing quiet. What… was he supposed to do now?]