gachaboi-fumi:
It’s easy to look for the tells if you know what to look for. Doesn’t really take a social genius or anything to do such a thing but maybe some awareness, something of which Fumi expected Yuuki to have. He situates himself on the couch, sadly he doesn’t allow it to consume him (unlike another seating arrangement he had previously) and instead opts for a hunch, gamer stance.
“Nah, never really saw much of a point in playing fighting games. Yeah I’ve played at friends houses but that’s about it. I don’t get the appeal but it’s better than nothing I guess.”
Fumi ignores the second question for a bit. He gazes at the game’s character select screen, spinning around the cursor aimlessly before making a decision, choosing the person who he wanted to be. He picks a cheery looking character before directing his attention to Yuuki.
“Do you have anyone that you envy? Or well, someone you wish you could be like, who lives a world apart from you but you know you in your heart that you just can’t? If you can’t name one, choose someone you admire, most of us have someone like that our lives. I think.”
Yuuki was in fact, not a social genius. They were a social idiot. Social moron. Didn’t get how people worked, and never especially cared to. Anything they ever did right in that regard was purely incidental. Yuuki didn’t have any choice but to let whatever they sat in consume them, considering their baby stature.
“They’re hype as fuck. I’m obviously never gonna get into a real fight, so it’s the closest I’ve got.” Since you mentioned I forgot a to specify game let’s go with... Guilty Gear, if we’re being generous about what Namiko allows in her cult in terms of good taste. “Not for everyone, but I never saw the point in playing gacha games, so I guess we’re even.”
They didn’t mean that as a dig, but it kind of was one, however they meant it. They remain completely oblivious that that was kinda fucking rude. They pick a weird looking dude with glasses on a bed, ready to start the match, before Fumi’s question threw them for a loop. They hesitated, clearly, before answering, which obviously left them in a terrible position for trying to lie. They wouldn’t get the chance.
“Yeah, of course I do. I’d even go so far as to say someones. It’s not exactly difficult to have your shit together more than I do.” They leaned back, resting their hands and the controller behind their head casually, for the serious chat they were having. “Everyone wishes they were someone else, someone better. Even the people we admire, even if we don’t realize it. It ain’t ever so easy as just looking at someone and just going ‘I wanna be like that.’“ They turned to face him again. “Why do you bring that up? You thinking about your boyfriend?”
They hadn’t spoken to Fumi much, but they recalled hearing Fumi bring him up during the first motive.
