[closed] this is stupid

[dontpokethat]

Who: Ginko and Foster
When: After this
Where: Starting at the Cookhouse, and then WHO KNOWS.
What: Time to find a creepy shadow puppet Pokemon!
Warnings: illegal pokemon finding activities

Ginko doesn’t waste any time in making his way to the Cookhouse.The sooner they can find Mimikyu, the better, and the first step to that is finding a way to attract it.

Once he sees Foster, Ginko raises a hand in a small wave, lingering trepidation making his tail swish back and forth. “Hey. Guess we should get to it.”

Comments

[flashover]

"Ummm..."

Wow this has gotten weird. Well. WeirdER. And pretty damn uncomfortable. He looks at Ginko, then back at Foster, and has an idea. He's been here long enough that he's familiar with the concepts of other worlds... and how they may differ.

"This one isn't fake... Not for here anyway. I mean, when I asked the summer fae for bananas, they gave me those pink one first. Those are their bananas! Maybe... maybe where Foster is from, bananas are a little different? Is that it?" Rin pounds his fist into the opposite palm. "Maybe there's different kinds of bananas! Like there's about a zillion different kinds of apples."

[criticallyfucked]

Foster has a lot of trouble with... self-expression. Even before he can try and put words to his thoughts, he has to identify what his thoughts are--a much steeper obstacle for him than most, when none of them will compose themselves tangibly enough for him to claim. But even if he does--it's so hard to find the words.

Like now.

He's being perfectly clear, but somehow no one is understanding him, and no matter how many times he says it, they just.... can't get it.

It's not always this way. Sometimes, it's like words are effortless; they stream out of him, he's inspired, everything is clear, so clear that he physically can't produce words and ideas fast enough.

But right now he just... he just can't.

So when Rin finally makes an (unexpectedly competent) attempt at reconstructing the problem rather than just asking him to repeat the problem over and fucking over, Foster gives him a look that's either withering or just relieved, depending on how you want to interpret it. Or even both.

'Fuck you, and also thank fucking God,' perhaps.

[dontpokethat]

Looks like that was... probably a step in the right direction? It can be hard to tell with Foster.

"That'd make sense. So, looking at it that way, he was probably right about what a banana was before; this is just a different kind." He looks to Foster again, his ears flicking. "So did the-- did you want something more like what bananas were in your world?"

[flashover]

To be honest, Rin isn't sure what to make of Foster's reaction. He's not ranting and raving incoherently at the banana, though, so... maybe it's better? Sure...

"So.... what did you need bananas for, again?"

KNDKJGAS PRETEND THAT SUBJECT LINE WASN'T THERE

[criticallyfucked]

"I don't... I don't know," Foster mutters, trying to remember. He's answering Ginko, not Rin--he can't remember what kind of banana--or 'banana'--the malasadas in Alola tasted like. He knows he knows, he knows he ate them, remembers that he ate them, remembers the act of eating them, all of the details, right--except he can't remember the banana ('banana') at all. It had a different name. Nanaba? Anana? It was whitish-pink. Like fat and blood. Soft. Soft? Yes... but what kind of soft? He can't remember that. He can almost remember. There was something else. Maybe sweet? No. He can't remember that. That isn't right. Is it? It tasted--

At Rin's question, Foster freezes up.

Then looks at Ginko.

[dontpokethat]

Oh boy. Ginko meets Foster's eyes for a moment, then looks back to Rin. He hardly hesitates before replying, "We wanted to get a... pastry or something. We had been talking about a kind of food back in Alola - it was banana flavored? So we were thinking about seeing if you guys had anything like that here."

Technically, none of that is untrue.