This wasn’t quite how you envisioned your afternoon to go.

what was originally you minding your own business, thinking about what actually it was you would do that afternoon, to suddenly being bombarded with questions from Random. He was asking you to play charades with him.

At first you politely declined, being you had other plans. Sorta. But then that resulted in Random just standing in the corner staring at you, so you finally caved and agreed. Random was quite the happy camper about this.

So here you were, sitting in Random’s Habsuite, playing charades with him. You couldn’t tell what it was exactly he was acting out, because it was Random. Half the stuff he did wasn’t exactly explainable. But you still tried nonetheless.

“Come on! Vu'fe kot to know vat zis means!” he exclaimed, his iconic German accent ever present. You didn’t know what his actions meant. But you’d still try to understand regardless. Because he looked happy. Why take that away?