[closed] i don't know what else to say

[dontpokethat]

Who: Ginko and Foster
When: D45
Where: The menagerie barn
What: Foster hassles Ginko about his boyfriend
Warnings: Foster van Denend

Things are… okay, at this point, he guesses. As much as they ever are. The worst thing that’s happened lately was that ‘invasion’ at the Space Olympics, and that was… more a nuisance than anything. Psi is back, and, with that, maybe his… feelings toward Joker will subside.

Things are okay.

As such, he can just do his work a pretty normal amount, instead of… you know, throwing himself into it to avoid thinking about his own feelings. Sure, he’d rather not think too much about the Joker situation, but it’s not so bad that he can’t distract himself with just his everyday routine.

At the moment, it’s about time to groom the mooshroom. He’s brought it into a stall already, and gone through greeting all the animals already staying there before he gets to actually hosing the weirdly rectangular bovine down. It’s… always sort of a strange process, caring for an animal that’s part fungus and made entirely of cubes, but he’s had time to get used to it.

Even if it still looks weird as hell.

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[criticallyfucked]

Foster doesn't say anything; he stands patiently, an impassive expression on his face while he waits for the characteristic feedback of the signal cut.

Once he has that, he takes the radio away from Ginko's face, but his expression doesn't change.

"He forgot to tell you about the contract he wanted to forge with the Ringmaster afterwards," he notes, glancing Ginko's radio over once before hooking it back onto the man's belt. It's one of the worst-looking machines in the Carnival, doubtless because it's Ginko's and he wears it in the barn.

Foster turns away, to all appearances ready to leave--but he's still talking.

"...but stopping the Ritual wasn't the only option he had, either."

[dontpokethat]

"Then, you tell me." Now that he's freer to move around, he goes to start on the mooshroom's other side. But he watches Foster on and off as he does, rather than keeping his eye locked strictly on his work.

"Yeah? What other option did he have?" He's kind of suspecting it'll be something Psi wouldn't actually be able to do, like killing Foster. But he can't be sure, so his question is just that: A question.

Honestly, at this point, he's still not even sure what he thinks of all this. Clearly, Psi screwed up, but it sounds like there's more to it than that.

One way or another, all he can think to do is reserve judgment, and... process it all when he's not on the job, he guesses. It's... fine, probably.

[criticallyfucked]

Foster stops a few yards away, apparently done with being that close to Ginko, or the mooshroom, or maybe just making a point.

He stops, and he looks back at Ginko with a stare that could honestly be called 'withering.'

Or maybe just... withered, honestly.

"Guess."

[dontpokethat]

To be totally honest, Ginko is not at all in the mood for guessing games. Funny how that happens when Foster comes into his workplace while he's busy to bother him about stuff Ginko can do nothing about.

So he stares right back at Foster for a moment before refocusing again. Okay, so Psi agreed to help Foster stop the ritual to separate the Carnival from Portland, then changed his mind upon regaining his memories. So if he tried to make a contract with the Ringmaster after that...

"Did he... try to have you sent back to Portland?" It's his best guess, but if he's confused or unsure it doesn't show in his voice.Mostly, he sounds tired.

[criticallyfucked]

That isn't the question Foster thought Ginko was asking, but his guess is absolutely nonsensical in that context, so he loses a second trying to figure out what Ginko is actually speculating on.

Once he does, though--

"Of course he did," Foster replies with audible disgust. He pauses only half a beat before continuing: "... but it's too late for that."

[dontpokethat]

Well, the contract part was what he was wondering about most. Though... he has his suspicions about what Foster would consider to be Psi's "other option".

He just gives a quiet hum of acknowledgement, and his ears flick thoughtfully. "Anything he could do that it's not too late for?"

He won't be particularly surprised if the answer is no. Some things can't be made up for; that's just how it is.