- DAY 1
username: rem sleep
choice: ask the gob a question
coins earned: 5 coins
prompt: Urchin can't help but notice how... out of place Jystyr looks, as everyone bustles around him to set up for the party. He wouldn't have noticed the gob at all, it if hadn't been for the odd stillness of the gob. His wary eyes just kept drifting there, directed by the periodically bustling swathe of young goos-- but Jystyr remained, for the most part, still. It made Urchin uneasy, and made the gob hard to ignore. Not... that he particularly wanted to ignore Jystyr. He'd just been shelving those particular complicated feelings, and seeing the gob brought them back up. Urchin was not present for the goovolution celebration prior, but... he'd heard about it, and it sat on his mind like an uncomfortable stone lodged in his guts. There were plenty of questions, and plenty of uneasiness-- and all of that he'd done his very best to ignore.
Urchin was more than comfortable with the fact that some questions would never be answered-- nor were all questions meant to. He'd relegated those particular queries into that pile marked affectionately "forget about it". He lived in the deep ocean and was more than okay with the fact that mysteries happened all around him, and their answers were something he'd never receive. He'd swallowed them down for so long... that seeing Jystyr so attainably in reach retched them back up in the most unpleasant way possible. It wasn't impossible, after all, but... Urchin got the impression from Jystyr's somber stillness that there was something more important to ask.
Urchin waded through the crowd on unsteady paws, finding himself again at Jystyr's side. Hesitantly, the diab took a seat, and glanced over at the lone gob. "Hey, you're Jystyr, right?" Urchin asked, not at all uncertain. He offered somewhat of a haphazard smile, his sharp teeth making the attempted friendly gesture look odd and ill-fitted to his face. His blue eyes were companionable, though-- like friendly pools of open sea. "Are... you doing okay? You seem... kind of down. Is there anything I can do for ya?"
It felt odd to ask gob if he needed a paw, really. Urchin didn't assume there was anything in his wheelhouse that he could possibly provide Jystyr, but... He couldn't help it. Seeing another goob in need made his chest ache, whether he liked it or not. His burning, personal curiosities could wait. He wasn't sure he'd get the chance to ask them before the party started, or indeed perhaps ever-- he may continue to wonder what caused the gob and gobbess to split, what drove Jystyr to hide amongst mortal goos, what deep secrets were burning between the two rival deities-- Urchin was okay with that, though. Even as curiosity gnawed at the back of his mind-- he was okay with that, if it meant that Jystyr's uncanny stillness might be resolved. He had heard that gob was a joker, full of life and energy-- and seeing the gob for the first time, and taking in that stillness... it just didn't feel like gob was himself.
If Urchin could help even a bit, even just by expressing he'd noticed and cared? That was worth more than a thousand answered questions.
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