Short stories of two moderately intelligent people

"Have you ever considered shutting the fuck up?"

"Have you ever considered shutting the fuck up?”

“It’s not that I don’t understand the concept of attraction, it’s just that it happens oddly for me…”

“Holy shit. You're like the energizer kangaroo.”

“I don’t know. I know it’s odd, but I can’t help it. I just- you mean rabbit- it’s always the shapes of things for me.”

“So you can hear me.”

“Have you ever been watching a person from behind a few other people-”

“Then listen to me say this-”

“-and they start gesturing around, and spread their hands all wide?”

“-I could not- actually, I definitely could care less, but at this point-”

“Yeah. That’s the good shit. Hands just do so much, you know? Hold, tear, create-”

“-you’ve managed to rope me into caring about your conversations. So have some mercy and talk to me about something a bit more inter- hold on, do you have a hand kink?”

Mask would have just asked what a kink was. Shu would have known, for a fact, that mask was not that innocent, and that they were playing their way through their slip up. Mask would have known that Shu knew that Mask knew what a kink was, and Mask would have just stared at Shu with very pretty but very clearly knowing eyes. Shu would have crumpled under the weight of direct eye contact.

But at that point, the doors to the parlor let three men in. Overall, this was uneventful, but the men happened to closely resemble three other men Mask and Shu had worked very hard to avoid. There was a quick look between the biggest man, whose face resembled something like a stretched-out giraffe, the second smallest man, who resembled nothing in particular, and the smallest man, who resembled quite strongly the typical mormon depiction of Jesus.