Garata
“This is a soccer ball,” Alex explains as she holds said object.
She drops it to the ground and gently kicks it in Kara’s direction.
Kara looks at it blankly before returning her gaze to Alex.
Alex explains the basic premise of the game while demonstrating the appropriate amount of strength to put behind her kicks. She doesn’t care too much if Kara doesn’t pick up all the rules. There are plenty of Earthlings who don’t know them. It would be a problem if Kara shows up to PE and kicks a soccer ball across state lines though, so Alex focuses on the biomechanics.
“Oh,” Kara says as she becomes more familiar with the game. “So it’s like garata but without—” She pauses with a frowny face that Alex now recognizes to mean she needs a moment to transition between Kryptonian and Earthling cultures. “—what would you consider them… dragons?”
Kara looks up at Alex as if Alex has the knowledge to
confirm that dragons are indeed the creatures she’s thinking of.
In that moment, Alex’s life is a movie, and the director has freeze framed this moment with a record scratch.
When her biopic resumes, Alex voices the first thought that comes to mind:
“You had dragons on your planet, and you’re impressed by birds?!”
Her second thought is that she needs to know everything about these dragons.
The topic of sports is not touched upon for the rest of the day.
Tag: hahaha I love it
Kitten Thinks Of Nothing But Murder All Day
“Winn.”
Alex’s voice comes from behind him, low and dangerous. It immediately puts Winn on edge as he swivels around to see her stalking towards him.
“What the hell is this?” Alex demands as she thrusts a picture into his face.
Winn tries to back up so he can actually see the picture. The few centimeters between his chair and desk are crossed quickly, and he has to squeeze into the seatback cushion. Still he manages to make enough space to make out a small ginger kitten attacking a ball of yarn and a caption that reads, “kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day.”
“An internet meme?” Winn ventures cautiously. He’s pretty sure Alex is aware of the meme, so he’s not sure exactly what she’s asking.
“I know that,” Alex says, confirming his suspicions. Picture still in hand, Alex places a hand on each of his armrests and leans in intimidatingly, her face now occupying the space where the picture used to be. “But what is it doing on my office door?”
Oh.
Oh, this is bad.
This makes so much sense.
Which is probably why it’s so bad.
Question of Smoke 