Thanksgiving (Pt. 2): A Conversation Between Guys
--- Jon Whitaker ---
Having been more or less forced to take Daisy’s suggestion, he walked out into the living room and watched before grimacing as he watched Alan and Sarah in a conversation together, because while he was sure they were both nice people from his few interactions he also could tell by how close the two were that he’d feel awkward interrupting. (Which wouldn’t be so bad if Miss Edna or Miss Edme were here…)
This was how he found himself slowly drifting towards the only other person in the room. A person who he found after sort of just standing there for a few minutes, wasn’t particularly verbal about much of anything.
For most people this would be a problem, but given how one of the kids at camp Bet had been non-verbal half the time, and the fact that both Pix and Wolf were incapable of human speech, this was not a problem for him.
“Do you have any idea what that’s about?”
“I’m understanding… half of it… I think…”
His hand moved forward with all of the fingers together before he pulled it back with his fingers spread and half curled.
Guy proceeded to jab two fingers into his heart before opening his palm outwardly.
He held a fist in front of his chest next to an open palm before twisting it sideways and moving it up and down once.
The larger man nodded along before clapping his hands once and tapping his knuckles against each other in askance.
He rolled his eyes as he put two sets of half curled fingers together before pulling them apart as he pointed out a similar issue given their dialogue thus far.
In response Guy patted his bicep before shrugging and partially curling all of his fingers as he held one hand in front of his chest and moved the other to the side and back once.
To which Jon repeated Guy’s own clap and knuckle tapping gesture, because he felt like the older man was being a little hypocritical there.
Guy raised both hands in concession to the point, before pointing two fingers at his fist and flicking his wrist. The older man then further elaborated by tapping his knuckles together before shrugging his shoulders and splaying his hands.
He nodded in understanding, knowing exactly where the Hunter was coming from, before holding a fist forward and pulling his other hand back with two fingers fully curled and two only partially so, at least until he spread them wide.
Guy frowned in what despite the man’s resting glare he understood to be confusion, that was asked by the man pointing two fingers and flicking his wrist before spreading his hand wide.
He couldn’t help but grimace with a shake of his head. He then tapped his chest and spread his hand with a nod as he pointed and flicked himself before making an X with his hands and explaining quite upfront that while he shook his head with a gesture towards his fingers and then shaking said fingers as he pointed back to himself.
The look on the older man’s face told him that Guy didn’t believe him.
He narrowed his eyes and nodded, insisting that he was telling the truth.
Guy raised a hand and waved it through the air before pausing as he seemed to consider something. The hunter then made a fist and pulled his fingers from it -similar to what Jon had done a few moments prior- before raising his forearm and tapping it with two fingers.
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He gave the older man a dry look as clapped his hands together before raising them above his head and separating them while maintaining the look that said just how obvious that should’ve been.
Guy shrugged, before tapping his fingers against his chest as he shook his head. The older man held his hand to his lower chest and next to him before pausing and gesturing towards Daisy who had exited the kitchen.
Jon gave Guy a considering look before gesturing to the older man with a tap of his own bicep and then Daisy with a tap to his head. Then to avoid offending the older man he rolled his hand through the air rather than pretending he knew that for fact.
Guy tilted his hand side to side before making a fist and spinning it in a wrenching motion. He then proceeded to use two fingers to trace down his arms and then each finger before making a fist in front of his chest and clenching and unclenching it.
He nodded in understanding because while he wasn’t the best with the first the second was something that his Ma made sure he knew plenty about himself before letting him out on his own.
To further elaborate the older hunter then gestured towards Daisy making her way over and wiggled his fingers in front of him before holding one hand flat and then pinching at the air with his other hand as he moved it from side to side.
He raised a hand in front of him with a sympathetic nod before gesturing towards Guy, himself, and Daisy interspaced by tapping his bicep, making a sideways fist, and knocking his head respectively.
In response to this, Daily who stepped into their conversation shook her head before proceeding to clarify the situation by putting her spread hand to her face and slowly pulling it away. This was then followed up by a clawing motion that ended in a clenched fist to specify what she before she eventually shrugged and made the claw hand and pumped fist gesture that guy had used earlier.
He frowned as he considered that before tapping his knuckles together as he repeated the same question that had more or less started their conversation.
Guy simply tapped his chest in explanation, to which Daisy nodded in a firm affirmative.
“Which is why we’re such a good team!” The Huntress smiled, before turning towards Jon. “And while I hate interrupting, the desserts are just about done so if you want to bring… miss Edna(?) in, now’s the time.”
“Oh, okay.” He nodded, before giving Guy a wave and pointing between them and following that up with rolling his hand through the air.
Guy gave him a thumb up in confirmation.
He walked past Alan and Sarah who were watching him with a considering and confused expression respectively before stepping out the front door and calling for, “Miss Edna, we’re about to start the contest!”
“Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” His second parent assured him as she stepped around the corner. “Sorry about that, sometimes Edme’s got such a stick up her butt.”
“It’s fine, but if you want to judge you need to come inside now.” He told her, as he led her back inside.
“Well, just so you know my vote is against my sister, because I am absolutely biased.” Miss Edna warned him as she followed him.
As he stepped back into Daisy’s apartment he realized that everyone had more or less gathered together, and the owner of said apartment was waiting for him with an excited grin.
“Ooh, is this Edme’s sister?!” Daisy asked with a grin as she seemed to examine Miss Edna’s face. “Oh, I can definitely see the resemblance!”
“I’d hope so given how we’re twins.” Miss Edna smiled back with a mischievous grin. “Usually it takes people a minute to see it because she dyes her hair black.”
“Really? I never noticed!” Daisy admitted, sounding half scandalized.
“Yeah, best part is our hair wasn’t even black. She just started dyeing it back when she went through this goth phase when we were in college and never stopped.” Miss Edna explained, intent on embarrassing her sister behind her back.
(At least it isn’t me this time.) He figured making his way back to the kitchen where Travis was making plates.
“So, uh, how is this whole contest thing going to work?” He asked when the other man glanced his way.
“Well, it’s not really a ‘contest’ in the prize sort of way, so much as it is in the bragging rights kind of way.” Travis admitted with a shrug. “Meaning the whole point of this is more for those of us who cook to compare recipes. The contest thing is more because of all the mooches who tag along!”
“You invited us!” Sarah called back from the living room.
“Anyway, that’s about all there is to it.” Travis finished as he picked up a couple of plates before balancing them on his arms. “Admittedly, we’d normally do the whole Thanksgiving meal thing, but since you’ve just got the desserts we’ll save that for when you go. That way you aren’t full for whatever you and your family are doing. You mind grabbing some of these?”
“Oh, uh, sure!” He nodded, before grabbing the remaining plates and taking them out.