Night's The Only Time Of Day

according to weir's worldbuilding docs, eridians tap the ground to better perceive their environment when there's no ambient noise for their passive echolocation (basically the auditory equivalent of squinting)

making the same gesture intentionally for communication physicalizes a request for information.

tap tap -> noise -> i can see

At the time, we didn't really understand that the pattern-matching abilities of the human mind can easily find any abnormalities. If you've got a cat, for instance, you can probably sense when that little shit is trying to steal Twinkies off the counter (I told you no, Bilby.) Work as a mini golf supervisor, you can make a pretty educated guess about which group of teens is going to throw your clubs in the water feature. And if you drive a total shitbox like me, you can tell right away when something isn't right, even if you don't know what it is.

Let me provide an example. Last month, I was heading down the highway, doing my periodic flooring-it exercises to pass everyone that was going slower than Mach 8. This kind of strain challenges every mechanical item in the car, which is why I subject it to the intense maintenance regimen described as "don't." Suddenly, I could sense that the car was down on power, that it was unhappy with some shenanigan or even shenanigans that I had been commanding it to perform in recent memory. Rather than push it, I trusted my gut and pulled off to the nearest rest stop to take a look and see what went wrong.

T || 5.2k || ao3

“That is tight.”

“Uh, I think the kids are saying sick now,” Buck jabs, looking down at himself, and decidedly not mourning Eddie’s touch once he lets go of his arm.

“Do I even wanna know who the president was when you got that thing? It’s gonna split in half,” Eddie comments—eyes remaining on his arms, wandering from one to the next, and then back. Almost as if he’s… admiring the way the leather emphasizes Buck’s size. In his dreams, he supposes.

“Oh, that's not fair—don't insult my costume, you barely even had to dress up!”

“The hell does that mean? Excuse me, your kid wanted us to be Zuko and Kenickie, and I’m delivering. This jacket—” he pops the collar for emphasis. “—was not cheap.”