Fisch Out of Water

Reed Fisch

Life’s like a movie, write your own ending! Keep believing, keep pretending! 

inperfection-ashlee​:

Ashlee’s nose twitched at the explanation but honestly she probably should stop firing off questions when he had to type so much for her to even understand what he was saying.

Flagging the bartender over she ordered two whiskey sours and held out her card to pay without giving Reed a moment to even consider it. She had asked so she was buying.

“Going back to that earlier thing, what person was it so I know who to look out for?” Ashlee questioned shrugging at the rest. “I come as often as a small town with only one good club to dance at.”

Reed quirked an eyebrow, but had no room to protest. The card was gone and out of sight before he could so much as type out a rebuttal. - With a tiny frown, he made a mental note to pay her back somehow later. What was it the cool people in movies always said? ‘The next round’s on me?’ Would that still be cool sounding if he typed it out?

He was debating this when she spoke up again, gathering his full attention once again. Being cool could wait.

‘It was...’ Fisch started to type, but stopped as the realization hit him that he didn’t really pay too much attention to the guy. He hadn’t offered his name, and the majority of his attention had been on his phone and finding an escape... He turned on his bar stool and scanned the club, looking for a familiar face - oh!! There he was. Fisch only recognized him from his shirt. ‘See the guy in white pirate looking shirt?? The table to the right. That’s him.’  Upon further inspection, it would seem that he had found someone else to annoy.

the-coolest-mallard​:

Louie eyed the selection of fluffy plushies and spotted the blue dog plush the guy was talking about. He could get it, easy. He just had to use the hack and it would work every time. 

“Yeah there’s a trick. This is the one way that you can guarantee that you get something you want every time.” 

Louie didn’t put a coin in yet, eyeing the machine and glancing over at this guy to make sure he was paying attention. “Okay…so first you have to spin the joystick for a couple of seconds…like two to three.” He demonstrated and went ahead and spun it around.

“Then you push the joystick up three times and then down three times….you with me so far?”

Fisch stood to the side with curiosity, bobbing his head at appropriate times to indicate that he was still paying attention. - Mentally, he was taking little notes! (Whether or not he’d actually remember this in the future, however, was no guarantee.)  Spin joystick for three seconds, then up three, then down three... Did the machine have a favorite number? Maybe that was the trick. Give the claw it’s favorite number in every direction, then it’ll reward you with a toy. 

It was a silly thought, but to be fair, most of Fisch’s internal monologue went like that.

oh-phineas​:

“Oh, yeah, no, I completely agree!” Phineas signed quickly. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with being part cat– or being any kind of Magick! Honestly, he thought that was pretty awesome. 

But he knew that, while that kind of thing was regarded as mostly normal here in Swynlake, it would probably be impossible to be taken seriously back in Danville. Just another example of the difference, living in a Magick-friendly town. It made Phineas feel lucky, even if he wasn’t part cat.

“I was just curious about what it’s like for Magicks here, like, going to the hospital and stuff. It’s different where I’m from,” Phineas explained. “You did a good job of explaining it, though. I think you’re gonna get a good grade on this. Not that it’s my decision or anything.”

Fisch smiled sweetly, waving off any concern. ‘I didn’t think you had an ill meaning! We’re taught to answer everything thoroughly to avoid confusion. And, you know, just in case you really were someone with those abilities having concerns- It’s easiest just to cover all my bases and offer assurance.’ - It was the best way to avoid confusion all around! Watch, the day he forgets to do so will be the day he has a misunderstanding with someone. (Aint that just the way!)

His smile turned into a grin as his patient continued, even going as far as to tell him he’d done well. ‘Thank you! That still means a lot. - I’ll be honest, this was the most fun I have ever had in one of these. If I get an A, it’s partially due to your wonderful acting.’

lou-bonfightme​:

Toulouse almost–almost–smirked at Reed’s comment. It caught him by surprise. The boy’s quiet nature meant that Lou had seen him as someone who was…well, a bit of a pushover. Though, he should not be so quick to make that mistake. After all, his own brother was the shy, quiet type and he had a more acerbic wit than most anyone Toulouse knew. And he was observant. Clearly, Reed was as well.

There was a part of him that wanted to be almost proud. That wanted to take even a small bit of credit for that sort of suggestion, as it was the same advice he would give Reed, if it was Reed who had a school presentation or a commission that he was struggling with.

As it stood, one of Lou’s eyebrows arched, but he did not smile. There was a small one, in the corner of his eye, but you had to look hard to see it. 

“As they very well should, if they know what is good for them.” He tried not to look too pleased with himself as he said it. He flipped to another page he had been working on and turned it towards Reed again.

“How many tiers should it have?” There was a sketch of none, one, two, and three tiers, though nothing more than straight lines and shapes–squares and rectangles with lines between them delineating that they would be attached.

...

Reed was the quiet, passive type but he knew a thing or two about faking confidence from his father. -- The older Fisch would always put on this look of confidence when approaching a booth at the farmers market, ready to talk down the seller’s original price. (Reed was always simultaneously embarrassed and impressed by this. Even when the booth owner was their neighbor and they new the true nature of the man, they often still obliged! - He was a sweet old Jekyll at his own stall and a persuasive, confident Hyde at everyone else’s! The switch was day and night, and truly a sight to behold!)

So, yes. He truly believed that they could sell the sponsor(s) on a more expensive stone should the boys decide they wanted it!

It also helped that Lou was, well... Lou. Whether or not he’d say it to the other, Fisch looked up Lou and thought he was rather neat (for lack of a more eloquent word.) If someone like him walked up and insisted that granite was the only option, without even the tiniest hint of doubt.. Well. Who would dare to say otherwise??

Fisch smirked a little bit, pleased that they were on the same page on the matter. 

‘I’m personally leaning toward two.’ He replied after considering all of the sketches before him. (Secretly, he was delighted that Lou was asking his opinion on something.) ‘It feels like the safe answer. Not too simple, not too flashy.’

He tapped his pen a couple times before dropping it, ready to propose a question of his own.

greatiggspectations​:

It took Tigg a hot second to understand that she was being spoken to in BSL, and another to process what was being said. She’d been around a few deaf kids in foster care growing up, so she could understand some sign, but hell if she could talk back.

Though…he seemed to hear her shout ‘not dead yet.’

“Uh, well, no.” Tigg chuckled. “Fell right on my arse, and the cat I was after ran away.”

She didn’t want to say that, being a vaagh, her body healed quicker than regular humans, because it was kinda nice being worried over.

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‘oh, is that what you were doing up there?’ Fisch asked, eyebrows going up ever so slightly. Well, that explained why she was a in a tree then. ‘You were chasing down a cat? ...Your cat?’ - If he wasn’t so busy mentally fretting over the girl, he would have probably laughed a bit at the notion. Cats climbing into trees was the sort of things he saw in cartoons as a child, but never real life.

He glanced around for a moment but sadly there was no feline in sight. And he’d been so caught up looking for the source of the yelling and making sure that he was okay... if the cat had ran past him, it didn’t register.

the-name-is-chip​:.

Okay, here we go. 

Chip took a step to the side and put a hand on his hip. His role now was to assess Reed’s skill with the claw. Honestly, this plushie was still real difficult to get, even with this prime positioning. It was just a bit large for the size of the claw. So Reed was gonna have to invest at least two, if not three, turns on this thing, and make sure he didn’t mess with that position too much. The last thing they needed was it to fall off to the side or something and put them back on square one. 

Chip could give him a rundown on the degree of the angle he needed to hit, and honestly, he thought about it–

Best not to overwhelm the guy though. This wasn’t a RAS mission; this was a fun game of claw machine. 

“That’s it… right in position. Yes, yes– yeah!” Chip exclaimed as he watched along. As the claw came down, he clapped his hands in big applause. When the plushie dropped again, he clapped even harder, pausing when he had to read the phone screen.

“No– hey, dude, you did awesome! That was exactly what you needed to do. Look, it dropped straight back into position too! So if you do exactly that again, as long as you don’t drop it on the uh– what’s it called, the like, I guess the lip of the… plastic dropbox thingy– you’re gonna get it. Okay, look me in the eyes.” 

He pointed two fingers at his eyes and then at Reed. “You. Got. This. Focus, man.” 

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If Fisch had a tail like a dog, it would have been wagging. -- Just the tiniest bit of praise and he was left grinning like a dork, eyes and nose scrunched up with delight. (He hadn’t made a fool of himself! The stranger looked impressed! Side quest: ‘don’t screw it up’ was accomplished! Achievement unlocked!) 

When told to look the other in the eyes, he did his best to look less like a golden retriever and more like someone whose head was totally in the game. The remnants of a smile were still lingering, but it was the best he could do on such short, sudden notice. 

Okay! He gave them a thumbs up and a confident head nod before turning to the game again. - This time, the goal was simple: just do the same thing again. Just don’t hip the lip plastic drop box thing! Just like they had told him.

Right. He could do this.

He carefully positioned the claw over the toy just like before, dropped it, and watched as the claw lifted it... dragged it... and dropped it. Right into the drop box. (Winner!)

oh-phineas​:

Phineas was about to give an enthusiastic “yes” to the “cat physiology” question, because “Yes And!” But it occurred to him, as Fisch continued with his questioning, that Fisch might have other reasons for asking. Such as his grade. This was for class, after all. 

The last thing Phineas wanted to do was give anyone extra work or make an assignment harder than it needed to be. There was a time to make a project fun and complicated, but it wasn’t when you were getting a grade. Phineas had learned that the hard way. So sending Fisch down a cat physiology rabbit hole would be fun, but it would also be kind of mean– it was the kind of thing Phineas personally would be super annoyed about.

So he shook his head. “Nah, nothing magic about me. I’ve just always been really coordinated!” he explained. “Uhhh, I would say my head still hurts. And yeah, a little nauseous. So probably.” There! He should be awarded patient of the year.

Okay, wait– the suspense was killing him.

“What would you say if I did have cat physiology, though? Out of curiosity. Can the hospital treat that?”

ooooh yeah. Fisch nodded his head along as they spoke, pleased that all the pieces were falling into place. Defiantly a concussion.

 Moments like this were fun. Not just because he had an amusing patient, but because it made him feel like he might actually be capable of doing this job for real one day! - That little kid putting plasters on his parents’ fake wounds would be so excited if they could see him now!

He was writing down a recommendation for a CT scan (a fake one, of course. They weren’t really going to make this poor actor lay down in a machine for funsies.) when Phineas' hands began to move again, catching his eye. 

madmagicmim​:

‘We shouldn’t need to use all of those, but let’s see how it goes!’ Mim signed quickly before turning back towards the machine to get ready. 

First, she cracked her knuckles, wiggling her fingers in a silly gesture of relaxation before rolling out her shoulders and neck. It was her usual ‘pre-claw game’ ritual, and she didn’t care if other people judged her for it. After all, had to relax the hands and the arms before she went into battle!

It was only then that she put the first of the tokens into the machine. As the crane came to life, Mim slowly shifted the claw, getting a feel for it as it inched slowly forward and then to the side, inching along its designated pathway jerkily as she moved it into position. She kept one eye on the countdown clock, taking advantage of all the time that she could to finesse the exact position over the little blue dog that Reed had pointed out. 

When she was finally ready, she released the claw so it dropped down, watching as it gripped the ear of the dog. It tugged for a moment and a moment more, pulling the dog up a little bit. But at the last moment, just as it seemed like it would work, the ear slipped through the suddenly loosened grip of the claw and it flopped back down on top of the other animals. 

With a sad sound, the claw reset to its starting position, asking for another token. 

‘See that? We got it looser that time! But also, see the way it spazzes a little bit right before the clock runs out? So for this one you want to be a little faster so you don’t hit those final two seconds until you’re already over the drop chute to get your prize.’

She was a bit more confident than Fisch on the number of tries (only because he’d spent a decent chunk of change already trying to get the claw to work in his favor prior to seeking her help) but he wasn’t about to go questioning his new-found friend. - No, quite the opposite. He was ready to silently cheer her on! After all, if it only took a couple tries to win, then that would give him the chance to play more games before calling it a day!

Her pre-game routine was impressive to say the least. - He could recall watching his school’s baseball team pitcher doing something similar before throwing the first ball. It was usually a sign that some serious business was about to go down.

As the game came to life, Fisch found himself a position where he could watch both Mim and the claw at work. -- To think, an arcade game could be so exciting and nerve-wracking.. When she managed to actually get a hold of it, his eyebrows went up in surprise. It didn’t even matter that the claw let go, she’d actually managed to grab at it! He was already impressed!

the-name-is-chip​:

Chip half-expected the guy to not wanna try. He seemed pretty hesitant in general unlike Chip who was a go-getter, especially when it came to games like this. This wasn’t always a good thing, obviously. Chip had spent way too much money on claw machines before– or just on arcades in general. But man, once you got started, it was hard to stop!

But! He took it as a good sign– that his new friend wanted to give it a go. Obviously his lessons were already payin’ off, right? 

Chip stepped to the side and caught that look, which he didn’t know what it meant but– could interpret. He beamed. “Aw, don’t be nervous! Seriously, you got this, it’s chill if it takes one or two more tries from here. Just focus. Become one with the claw!” 

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A list of the things Fisch knew about the stranger at his side, just from having interacted with them for a number of minuets: 1. They were kind. That much he’d known from the moment they first spoke. The “claw master” had nothing but good vibes from the beginning. 2. They had patience. Enough to wait while the other boy typed out replies on his phone, and apparently enough for a few extra claw machine rounds, should this one go downhill. 3. They could interpret Fisch’s facial expressions surprisingly well! That, or they read his mind. (He hoped it was the former.) and 4. When they smiled at him like that.. Well, they were beguiling.

Now, this wasn’t exactly news to Fisch. He’d caught on to this little detail much earlier in the interaction- back when he had gotten playfully winked at- but the way they beamed at it was certainly a good reminder. ( - Again, he found himself hoping that they weren’t a mind reader. ) 

Become one with the claw! Right. Back on task. Claw now, blush later. -- The gave a diligent little nod to the other before dropping in the coin and watching as the game once again to came life; it’s jingle coming to life over the speakers and a little jolt of the claw waking up. 

With the plush in it’s new position, it was a little easier to get a hold of!! He watched with baited breath as the claw picked it up by the torso... transported it a couple inches toward the drop box and then... dropped it again.

With the sad/defeat music playing, he quickly reached for his phone again. - What he wanted to say wasn’t something a singular facial expression could get across.

the-name-is-chip​:

Chip read the message and grinned back at the stranger, throwing up his own physical thumbs up in return.

Did it occur to him right then and there that this guy was kinda…cute?

Definitely. But! He was focusing, not flirting… not yet at least. Though maybe if he managed to save this plushie from the machine, that would be flirtation enough. 

“Okay, juuuust getting into position…” said Chip as the machine buzzed to life. He maneuvered the claw carefully then sent it down. The claw grasped it but not secure enough to make the entire trip. No problem. Chip pulled it up and let it drop. “Aha! Nice, see how it’s face down now, instead of sitting up? That’s perfect. You wanna give the next one a go?” 

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( !! ) Fisch watched them take their turn from the side glass window, his gaze occasionally flicking between the now-moving claw and the stranger at the controls. -- He only vaguely knew what angle they were hoping for but they seemed excited about the way it fell, so Fisch got excited too! He smiled happily and nodded to confirm he did, in fact, see that it was now face down now.

That was more than it had moved all afternoon!

When asked if he wanted to take his turn, he gave another little nod, though it wasn’t as enthusiastic as the last. It had only just occurred to him now how embarrassing it would be if he made a mistake in front of them. - It wasn’t as though he had a good track record with this game.. Was it possible to put the plush in worse position? Would they get upset with him if he did?

He took his spot at the controls and popped the change in, but not before giving the other a look that hopefully conveyed something along the lines of I’m ready to go, but be please be kind if I do something dumb in front of you.

lou-bonfightme​:

The base was what was giving Toulouse the most trouble. That wasn’t necessarily true, because he also could not decide how grandiose he wanted it to be. Simply one tier? Something simplistic, to be a more gentle place of reflecting? Several tiers of basins flowing one into another? To demonstrate Swynlake’s strength and their ability to come together?

But the base…that was the foundation. It was everything that the rest of the fountain would be built upon. It would symbolize Swynlake’s strength. Their steadiness in the face of tragedy. And while Toulouse may not believe in this project, or, necessarily, in Swynlake–that did not mean he would not do his best for this project. Toulouse Bonfamille never gave less than his best.

“Hm,” Lou hummed aloud, flipping the sketch back over. He had been considering Greek fountains as well. He had a penchant for classical architecture. An unfortunate side effect of growing up in Paris, taking trips to the palace of Versailles on weekends, and living down the street from the grand opera house.

That was not the only place he drew inspiration from. There were the fountains of Morocco, in more geometric shapes, with brilliant colorful tiles. Or Spanish fountains with their smoothed, oblong edges.

Marble was appealing, if only because he knew there would be glass squares, full of colorful reagents. And marble was appealing because it was expensive and strong and smooth. Though, yes, there was the budget to consider (annoying.) And it would mostly need to be commissioned. Which would be the case with any material that they decided.

“Oui, I was thinking marble as well.” He refrained from pointing out that marble was a stone. “Or granite.” If he went for anything, personally, it would be granite. Ideal for water features, but also expensive. “Limestone and Sandstone are cheaper options.” He didn’t bother signing any of this, as he didn’t know the name for any of the stones. “Considering much of the base will be covered with the reagent glass, I doubt anyone will want to shell out for the more expensive stone, though we could make an argument for durability, I suppose.”

Fisch cocked his head a bit as he watched the artist, his expression giving away his curiosity. -  A hum and a page flip wasn’t very telling of what was going on inside Lou’s brain. (And truth be told, Reed had never been good at reading facial expressions or judging what someone’s vocal tone meant. So truly, he was in the dark here.) It was times like this when he wished he had the ability to read people’s minds!

After a moment of quiet pondering, he just gave a little shrug and decided that the other was ‘probably thinking something smart’ before forcing himself back onto the topic that he was meant to be focusing on. The fountain. After all, his design had looked like child’s play in compared the one he just saw. Time to give it another go!

His sketchbook was still where he had abandoned it, face down on the floor and basking in the sun. - He gave good and final stretch before getting comfortable again on the floor. This time criss-cross-applesauce, the notebook in his lap.

He would have laid on his stomach as that was clearly the most comfortable position known to man ( or at least, for people who insisted on sprawling out on the floor) but it was such an awkward position to sign in.. It didn’t exactly allow for a lot of hand movement. So applesauce seated, it was.

inperfection-ashlee​:

Ashlee shrugged, as much as she wanted to go to the dance floor she had offered to help this guy and well that’s what she was going to do. She was going to be a good example of what a good person was. And Ashlee was proud of herself to even be able to do so.

(Even if she was missing the point)

“That’s fine then, A drink and then if you wanna escape you’re more than welcomed. Was it just the crowd of people? Or did someone specifically make you feel uncomfortable.” Ashlee questioned moving to order two drinks before pausing. “Um what do you like to drink? I was just going to order two Whiskey Sours?”

‘It was the crowd at first, but then there was this person who just *kept* asking me to dance. I don’t think they was trying to be a creep.. IDK Maybe they just thought I was giving them the silent treatment and playing hard to get?? lol’  Fisch mimicked a little chuckle as he typed that, amused by his own joke.

He had been showing the stranger his phone screen, but there was no telling if they were actually reading his responses. They had just continued to press on and on until Fisch finally went running away to the safety of his new ‘friend.’ aka poor Ashlee here. - Truthfully, he hadn’t considered that they might have been disregarding his messages until now. 

elliot-morey​:

Elliot’s eyes scanned Reed trying to see if he could pick up well, anything. You never quite could turn off the fact he was a first responder and wanted to help anyone and everyone in whatever way that he could.

He didn’t really end up with much other than the boy stepping closer to him. Which considering the crowd, wasn’t all that unexpected.

“Eh, you can offer me you company for the next little bit. It was that or me just jamming out to my music.” Elliot said and signed before gesturing to his headphones that were still playing music. “Do you have a favourite type of cookie.”

‘You’re saying no to an IOU?’ Fisch teased, signing out the last word letter-by-letter. He was amused that someone (other than Devyn or Gregory) would say that his company was enough of a payment.. Especially when the other person was doing him a favor!

 He felt a little guilty that he was now going to burden them and not give anything in return, but he knew better than to argue. -- Instead he just nodded a little bit. He hadn’t noticed it before, but if he really tried, he could just barely hear Elliot’s music. (It wasn’t anything he recognized right off. But given the fact that he almost exclusively listened to classical music and early y2k, that wasn’t really much of a shock.)

oh-phineas​:

Oops. Phineas hadn’t thought that far ahead– how did Richard get off the roof? He could probably survive a fall of fifteen feet or so, if it was a one-story building, right?

Wait– no, he had a better idea.

“Well, it was a good thing my parkour training kicked in,” he signed, extremely seriously, like he was referencing a uni degree or a special emergency certification. Man, he had always wanted to be good at parkour. It was fun to get to pretend to be Richard, who was! Because Phineas had simply spoken it into existence– that was the first rule of improv. You had to agree to the rules of the universe as established by the other person. Yes and…

Not that this was an improv exercise. It was a nursing school patient simulation. But, also, it was kind of an improv exercise to Phineas.

“I managed to land on my feet, you know, they always say I have nine lives. But no, I couldn’t really sleep. And I was very dizzy. Couldn’t even remember what year it was!” Phineas added enthusiastically. “Do you think I could have amnesia?”

Now that would be very dramatic. Phineas was liking this more and more– maybe he should quit his Pizza Planet job and do this full time.

‘P-a-r-k-o-u-r?’ Fisch echoed, spelling out each letter to make sure that they were on truly on the same page. His expression was a mix of amusement and surprise, his smile refusing to drop away for even a moment. ‘Like those guys in those viral videos who jump on and around dangerous stuff?’ He pressed, curious. -- What an adventurous life this Richard person had! 

The nursing student couldn’t help but wonder if the actor was pulling bits and pieces of this from their personal life, or if it truly was all just make-believe... He’d have to make a mental note to ask later. 

‘...Do you have cat physiology?’ Reed was half teasing with this remark, but in a town full of magic he could never be quite sure! It was better to ask than to assume. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a simulation included someone who wasn’t entirely human!

notmuchofatail​:

Gregory wasn’t going to argue - he knew it was pointless with Reed (and Ian…and Jun…and Tommy when they were still friends, and Diablo when they were still dating-) The point was, no matter how much he tried to tell them all, they were all very stubborn when it came to him. Trying to argue to Reed that he wasn’t the best or nicest thing to draw would be fruitless. His friend would simply pull out every notebook he owned to display all of the drawings he’d done of him. All of which, for the record were very good! Fisch was so incredibly talented, but… still - he should have focused on a better muse, no?

He ignored that sticking out tongue though and instead glanced back at their squirrel friend, watching the little guy with a smile. ‘I don’t know, but I reckon they do.” Animals understood a lot more than people gave them credit for. They were so smart and so misunderstood. Maybe the squirrel’s art wasn’t the same as their art but…he thought for sure they knew about art. That they decorated their little nests and homes too. 

“…I don’t know if they can wait that long - you’re gonna be fighting the breeze for a while.” And losing it seemed, as Greg giggled slightly at the breeze disrupting both of their hair once more. Which Gregory didn’t mind much but he wasn’t the one trying to draw from life here. His gaze grew a bit softer though, nodding along with Reed because truly that was his greatest wish too. All he wanted was to be able to speak with animals. The jealously he held in his heart for those who could was probably the worst thing about him. “I mean you can ask them what they’re thinking! You just might not get a straight answer… which - hey that happens with me too so is it that much different??” 

Fisch took his friend’s remark to heart and started watching the small creature too, curiosity and amusement behind his eyes. He couldn’t help but truly wonder what type art a squirrel would attempt if they were given their own set of paints to play with. Their hands were so small and their movements were so quick. Surely, it would be interesting! - He’d seen elephants, chimps, and dogs paint before but never anything rodent-esque! But surely it had been done.

His mom was the one usually supplying him with these sorts of videos, sending them his way any time they popped up on her Facebook feed. Maybe he should ask her to keep an eye out for squirrel related ones..

With that, he reached into his bag and pulled out a pen to write on his arm with. It read: Ask mom for/look up squirrel art content. He showed it to Gregory before signing, ‘Well now I have to know. Remember this conversation in case I randomly start sending you youtube videos at 1am.’ 

He attempted to pout at the fighting remark, but that expression fell away into a smile the moment he realized Gregory was giggling. Even if it was only a little, half laugh, Fisch was willing to take one for the team and let the wind bully him a bit if it made the other boy happy.

the-name-is-chip​:

Chip also counted out the quarters. Okay, five tries. Chip had some quarters too, and he’d probably spend them if necessary, since, y’know, he loved a challenge and once he started something, it was hard to get him to stop. And he had a feeling this might take some intentional finangling. 

“Hmm, I think we got this. It will probably take at least four tries, in my opinion. Sometimes, see, you gotta spend one or two tries just getting it in the best position possible. People don’t think about that, they just go for it. Gotta be strategic though.” He tapped his forehead. “Now uh– if you’re cool with it, I can try to get the stuffed guy into that position, or show you about where it should be? Or do you wanna go for it?” 

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Chip was absolutely correct when he said most people didn’t consider using a couple of their turns just to place the plushie in a good position! (Fisch was one of those people, so he could attest. All of his solo attempts were spent merely trying to grab it and hope for the best. The poor amateur.) - Still, as ‘serious’ as this now was, he couldn’t help but huff a little laugh when the other boy tapped their own forehead. 

‘I’m cool with it!’ He replied, fingertips hastily tapping the screen. ‘Do what you have to do! I’ll pay extra close attention so I know what to do in the future.’ A couple thumbs up and smile-y face emojis were thrown on the end of the text for good measure.