Ougj I just got to the whistling swing scene in disco elysium I'm gonna be sick.
What if you were a marginalized, short, scrawny man always having to prove yourself and always having to face racism and discrimination in your life and at your job and the career you picked to contribute to the greater good has treated you so bad you've spent 15 years working as a juvie cop, treated like a child who can't even own a car, and now you're allowed to be a lieutenant but you're still harassed occasionally and you work a case and show up to this dreary scene to find this drunk, messy, broken man who came so close to death he forgot everything but he seems genuine, he's trying his best, he's a pretty decent cop when he can remember things, hes kind, and he --unlike every other officer you've met-- thinks you're so cool. And you've never been anyone's favorite so you can't really stop yourself from indulging in his attention, but really I mean you're not even indulging are you? No, this is logical, because he has lost everything and he doesn't even remember it so you stick with him despite your better judgement and you trust him and you whistle with him on the swing and talk him through the realization that he's in a much worse situation than he realised and you share a domestic hour together amidst the chaos that is this horrible, winding case, the case that might just be the last one he ever works. Your name is Kim Kitsuragi and you want that cookie BAD.
