WHAT this is my first noob bot /?? theyre so underrated i need to write more of them ,. giggling and kicking my feet i'm such a loser for fluff . you have good taste requester ,..
Somewhat surprisingly, despite the diverse spread of people stuck here with you in this realm- you managed to find someone that you feel comfortable with, and vice versa.
Considering there wasn't really any sense of time passing in this place (probably intentionally, knowing what it was like), you still aren't sure how long it's been since you got trapped here. Though, you consider it to be long enough to not dwell over such trivial things anymore. You can still recall how you first felt, however; shaken and very unfamiliar with your surroundings, and rather isolated, as anyone would be.
But there was another- you saw yourself in them, that all too familiar anxiety and isolation- and you noticed that despite them being here before you became trapped, too, they were yet to "come out of their shell" (overheard from a conversation between Shedletsky and Builderman, who you had dubbed the leaders of the "Survivors" internally). So, swallowing your own nerves, after a few days of contemplation and self-motivation, you approached them.
It went about how you'd expect- like if someone put two introverts in a room together on their own and given a shitty icebreaker. You ended up leading most of the conversation, mostly talking about yourself, and typically asking simple yes or no questions that they could answer with a simple nod or shake of the head. Though, surprising to you (and most of the other survivors who had known Noob at a surface level, at most), the two of you actually got on fairly well.
A small, hesitant poke to your cheek pulled you from your thoughts, and you blinked- looking down to see Noob, who had since shifted their position to be laying on you entirely- looking up at you with their trademark questioning look. You knew by now that they were simply curious; having spent most of your time with them, you can deduce their emotions and intentions fairly often. "Sorry," you impulsively murmur, running a hand through their hair, watching them all but melt at the touch, prompting a warm smile from you. Satisfied, Noob resumed their position of resting their head against your chest, almost slotting perfectly against you as your hand continued threading through their hair.