[ There it is. The piece he needed to make it click. She can't read whatever's on the card. His first guess would be a language barrier, but the reason isn't really important.
It's been a while since he felt sympathy for someone else. He's not sure that's exactly what he feels now. He just thinks it can't be easy having to deal with that on top of the rest of this. ]
It's a bingo card. [ He explains. ] It's a game. You're supposed to do the things in the squares until you can cross off enough to make a line across the card. Some of them are things like winning a pool game, but there's some on here like stealing something important from somebody else. Getting stabbed. Getting into a fight.
[ He hesitates, glancing down at the card, then back up to her. Faint resignation sets into his expression. ]
I could read them off for you, if you want. Maybe - fuck. I don't know. Draw pictures on the corner so you know which is which? Then you could still do it.
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It's been a while since he felt sympathy for someone else. He's not sure that's exactly what he feels now. He just thinks it can't be easy having to deal with that on top of the rest of this. ]
It's a bingo card. [ He explains. ] It's a game. You're supposed to do the things in the squares until you can cross off enough to make a line across the card. Some of them are things like winning a pool game, but there's some on here like stealing something important from somebody else. Getting stabbed. Getting into a fight.
[ He hesitates, glancing down at the card, then back up to her. Faint resignation sets into his expression. ]
I could read them off for you, if you want. Maybe - fuck. I don't know. Draw pictures on the corner so you know which is which? Then you could still do it.