Sleep

Part 27

Giggling, I looked at the panel again, before moving to the centre of the stage. How to act out diving. Shouldn't be too hard, right?

Lifting the tool gun into the air, I started drawing a 3D diving board to the best of my ability, which was admittedly not that good. The coloured goo floated in the air as I formed the shape, and immediately Delirious started shouting guesses.

"Ladder! Stairs! Uhm, giraffe!"

Giving him a 'are you serious?' look, I shook my head. I was now adding the diving board part, and yeah, it looked like a head on a long neck. But I wasn't going to admit that out loud.

"It's an action!" I called out to the man at the edge of the stage, on the lower level, knowing my art skills and his guessing skills alone weren't going to lead to a smooth round.

"An action? Giraffes eat. Trees! It's eating trees! Eating!"

Jumble flowed from his mouth as I pouted, stepping back from my art and thinking.

"This!" I put my arms above my head, one palm flat over the other, and jumped before bending, pretending to dive.

"Bending? Taking it up the butt? Anal! Is it anal? With giraffes?" A snorted laugh came through before loud chuckles flooded the room, and I face palmed.

"No giraffes! This-" I pointed at the drawing- "isn't an animal!" But my grumbles were hardly audible over the loud laughter echoing off the walls, and they were making the frown on my face difficult to maintain.

"I'm so done! We're done! It's diving! How did you even get anal?!" My lip corners twitched, and I turned to march to the button as a smile split across my face, hoping he didn't see me crack. 

The button cleared all signs of goo from the stage, before I sat the gun on the desk and walked to the stage edge, dropping to sit.

We'd been at this for an hour, if not more, and I was too tired to continue by this point. Plus I was distracted with a thought I'd had half way through, which had stuck to the front of my mind since then. I was hesitant to bring it up and ruin the mood, but there wasn't too much of a choice on my part anyway.

"Are you alright?" Delirious asked as his laughter faded. "What's up?"

Turning my head sideways from watching the air where my swinging feet would be, to looking at Delirious, I pursed my lips.

"Hey, it's all good, I'm here to talk." He comforted as he moved to stand in front of me, hand raising to my chin.

Feeling it gently lifting my face was weird, especially because of Delirious' radiant heat which could be sensed in the palm of the obviously fake character.

"Uh, I was just thinking, right?-"

"I thought I could smell something burning." He cut me off, and I laughed lightly before punching his shoulder. "Ow, hey!"

"Bitch." I laughed, before continuing. "So, hear me out. It could be coincidence, but every game I've been in has been yours. So maybe,-"

"Not mine, Vanoss was hosting GTA and gangbeasts." He added, but I brushed it off.

"You were in it I mean. You've been in everything. Maybe I only join your games?"

There was a moment of silence while he thought it over, and his hand dropped from my chin, both moving to rest on the ground beside me instead.

"It could... It could make sense." He agrees, characters head shifting to meet my eyes. "That could be why you slept last night, because I wasn't gaming."