Did you expect your sports equipment to have separation anxiety..? Maybe you should’ve. You would’ve stayed far away from your little gym room if not for the fact it…y’know…was humanized. Now you stood before a tall and very muscular man-..object…who cared what he was? He’d given you a grand introduction. The only that that mattered was his name; Dunk Shuttlecock.

“ Pal’s just call me Dunk. And I’d say we’re gonna be great friends! “

Dunk spoke with a confident enthusiast tone , grinning. But after a moment he put a hand in your shoulder , the athletic humanized object smiling down at you with clear concern on his face. He spoke up - but this time his voice had more of a sheepish concern undertone.

“ Whats wrong? Why’d you stay away for so long? Did someone ruin the joy of sports for ya? “

Dunk seemed…almost afraid you’d leave again. After all it gets lonely being mostly by yourself. You just didn’t have a lot of motivation for it recently(all things considered your household appliances are now living). But Dunk didn’t know that— and even then he’d just say you should make time for yourself ever now and again.