I mean, maybe, but...Like, I don't know. Your stuff was...is, is way more intense than mine? So it's hard to compare like...at all. [her hand drags down the side of her face as she frowns.] But I guess it's not like whatever this is cares of the depth? I don't know. This is weird. I hope it's not permanent, or I'm going to have to never leave my room.
I don't really like to think of it like that anymore. Maybe they're not on the same level, but they both make us feel pretty shitty, right? It's not a competition or anything to see who has the most trauma.
[enghrnghr.] Well. Well sure, but still. You gotta admit, the degrees of...of depth here? It's leagues apart. And I frankly don't want to stand here complaining about my social nonexistence like that's even a thing to be complaining about to you or--or anyone? Gods. Even Darin, I swear. Any time I get riled up about something, he'll level it out with some...some real true tragedy or, or facet of his life that makes mine just. Just cake by comparison.
[she unhappily slurps more tea.]
I just. Don't like being shown how spoiled I am. I already know. Spoiled and green and stupid. Like, why even bother talking to me beyond learning to write cursive? Honestly. I beg my mouth to stop now, please.
Ugh. [riptide's nose wrinkles with distaste.] Of course Darin tries to one up you by making it about him and how sad and woeful his life is.
[riptide doesn't like him. that might not be obvious.]
Look, solid gold bars are still bars, alright? If I didn't want to bother with asking you to teach me this stuff, I wouldn't have asked! What does it say that you're one of the first people in almost four million years that I feel pretty alright with asking about it?
I mean, I'm not doing this for any big reason to win an award, or anything. There's no timelimit if you don't count port outs. Just... something I wanted to.
Spending time with my friend with education involved!
I'm...really glad you feel that way, Riptide. [she offers a weak, but sincere smile.] I mean, I could easily pretend that were the case and feel bad about it later, but. It's actually nice? Nice to know you don't mind it. Hanging out with me, I mean.
...Well, the learning part, too. That I'm grateful you care about, too.
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[she unhappily slurps more tea.]
I just. Don't like being shown how spoiled I am. I already know. Spoiled and green and stupid. Like, why even bother talking to me beyond learning to write cursive? Honestly. I beg my mouth to stop now, please.
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[riptide doesn't like him. that might not be obvious.]
Look, solid gold bars are still bars, alright? If I didn't want to bother with asking you to teach me this stuff, I wouldn't have asked! What does it say that you're one of the first people in almost four million years that I feel pretty alright with asking about it?
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Spending time with my friend with education involved!
[god what has he become]
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I'm...really glad you feel that way, Riptide. [she offers a weak, but sincere smile.] I mean, I could easily pretend that were the case and feel bad about it later, but. It's actually nice? Nice to know you don't mind it. Hanging out with me, I mean.
...Well, the learning part, too. That I'm grateful you care about, too.