EY MARIO ☆ truth or dare

Certain staples of social culture that seemed like - well, like staples of social culture - were known to Abathur, of course. Being polite, not murdering people, the existence of the holiday season when the sun turned its back on the world, things like that? Easy. He could figure them out purely on context, on listening to people and piecing together whatever they were talking about.

He had never heard anything about truth or dare in his life, however.

Obviously, he could piece together the premise and why it was a game, especially with alcohol involved. It was likely supposed to be a game of getting people to reveal embarrassing secrets, or do embarrassing things, to create memories, or some other malarkey - he hadn't yet grasped the appeal of good memories yet, having lived here for a very small amount of time, and as such, he was hesitant to participate. However, despite this lack of understanding, he still convinced himself to give it a try, for many reasons; there could be interesting information revealed, it would help him get a greater understanding of certain complexities of sapient interaction, and it would generally help him practice with said interactions.

All good things, yes? "Participating," the spider grumbled, appropriately cold as ice, before settling down a healthy distance away from the others.

tags - "speech"