A Milf and a Concussed Gamer walk around IKEA | Viper + Fenna | Furniture Car

Viper

Laying and staring up at the ceiling endlessly, avoiding falling asleep could only be so interesting. Viper had also been trying to decide how she should humble herself and try to ask how to further nurture her concussion. There was something about the fact she could suffer very real damage if she didn’t treat it properly… she was less concerned about the injuries themselves, but more concerned they’d make her vulnerable.

And yet, she couldn’t go to Haruka. Initially, she’d planned on it, but once she had a bit of clarity, she realised that she didn’t want Haruka to judgementally look at her again after having to break her up from Matsukaze. Well, time to go and find someone else who she hopes could help.

It takes her a little longer than she would have liked to make progress, but this place was built like a maze, damn it!

It felt like hours before Viper saw someone, and that someone happened to be Fenna…

“Hey! Fenna, was it? I…need to ask you for some advice.” Starting out strong, “Have you, like, ever had a concussion? ’Cause, I’m, like, pretty sure I’m concussed. And I don’t, like, know what to do.” …Little did she know, Fenna was probably just as clueless as she was.

Fenna Van Daalen

Fenna was a little surprised to see Viper run up to her so decisively. She didn’t think she’d made much of an impression on the girl beyond looks and not getting her jokes… Things made a little more sense when she explained her predicament, although it did raise several more questions in her mind.

Viper “Have you, like, ever had a concussion? ’Cause, I’m, like, pretty sure I’m concussed. And I don’t, like, know what to do.”

“A concussion? What the hell happened?!”

Maybe she just fell… though there wasn’t much to trip on here if you stayed on the arrow-marked paths.

“Lemme think… When my son had one, doc said ta naht let ’im watch TV or play vidya games– though we don’t really have either a dose ‘round here, do we? Other than restin’ and tryin’ ta stay outta bright light, I’m naht sure dere’s much ta do about it…”

She still didn’t quite believe her, though. She made her way over to an avant garde goose-neck lamp on the current showroom’s nightstand and motioned for the girl to join her.

“I at least know how ta check if y’really got one, if yous’ll come ovah here…”

Viper

Fenna Van Daalen “A concussion? What the hell happened?!”

“Oh, I was like, climbing on some furniture I was stackin’ up, an’ I fell an’ hit my head. I, like, totally KO’d accordin’ to Abel.” …Now, Fenna just has to never talk to Abel again nor ask him anything to do with her injury. Viper would normally be a lot more upset about no TV or Video games, but with nothing of the sort here… she could cope.

“…That’s probs do-able. Unless we get shifted along into the next train car real fast. I’ve like, never had a concussion before.” Sure would be a shame if someone died in the next train car, too! Shuffling along obediently when she was motioned to go over, Viper couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Feels like I’m gonna get interrogated or somethin’!” …In a way, kinda similar, but… not.

Fenna Van Daalen

Viper “Oh, I was like, climbing on some furniture I was stackin’ up, an’ I fell an’ hit my head. I, like, totally KO’d accordin’ to Abel.”

“Dat’s… pretty impressive. Shame the lil sharks didn’t soften yer fall, huh?”

Was she expressing sympathy or simply wishing violence upon the Blåhajar? Who’s to say. The last comment does get a laugh out of her, though, as well as a mobster impression that sounds nearly indistinguishable from her normal accent.

Viper “Feels like I’m gonna get interrogated or somethin’!”

“Maybe so! ‘Yous girl, ya bettah talk or yer sleepin wid da fishes tanight…’ Nah, I’m just checkin yer eyes.”

With that, she abruptly shines the lamp into Viper’s face. Sure enough, her pupils dilate out of sync enough for even Fenna to notice through her buzz.

“Well damn. Yeah, take it easy, kid…”