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You're starting to go bored out of your fucking skull.
You are nigh desperate for shit to do, but you're not having much luck coming up with anything.
You've been fucking around with playing flash games on the internet, which can be sort of fun? In a way, but it's hard for them to actually hold your attention for too long. You wander in and out of the room that Jasprose has set up for themself, but despite the fact that they fill the space with a nearly never ending stream of words, they're kind of more solitary than they seem, which you can respect. Still, you'd gotten used to actually going out and doing things, fighting and leveling up and hanging around with the sprites or baking with Jane.
You'd tried spending some time exploring the huge forest that surrounds the house, but without the little carapacians it's a little lacking, so you'd quit that expedition pretty quick. It's been, what? A week and a half?? Since the game ended? And you're already reduced to hanging upside down off the back of the couch, fingers twining through your hair and blood rushing to your face just because you don't have anything else to fucking do.
Goddamn. The rest of your life is supposed to be like this? You're not into it.
"Roxy?" Rose's voice calls, and you promptly let out a strangled noise of surprise and topple backwards off the couch, landing painfully on your face with the rest of your body following soon after.
You scramble back up, poking your head over the top of the couch to meet Rose's eyes where she's blinking in surprise at you and the space you'd just vacated.
"Sorry," you say, and grimace a little. No matter how long you spend practicing, you still can't make your voice sound like other people's. You can't even get a cute little rasp like Jasprose has, you've got this clunky chittering edge to your words that marks you out as Different for anyone with functioning ears.
"Don't worry about it," Rose says, waving her hand vaguely as she speaks. She blinks a couple of times, and then shakes herself a little. "I've been thinking about something, but I'm not sure if it would work."
You don't care what it is. You're down for literally anything.
You haul yourself up over the couch again, landing with a fun "whompf" of air on one of the cushions.
"Tell me," you say, patting the cushion next to you as an indication that she should sit too.
She does.
"I'm not sure if it would work," she reiterates, and you nod your head because she's said that but she still hasn't said what it is yet. She looks at you, and then sighs, looking up at the ceiling for a brief moment (you glance up there too, but don't see anything). Then she looks back at you.
"Have you ever driven a car before?"