Durr, Nice Moves - Tealy and the Crew

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It was a perfectly normal Tuesday afternoon at Tealy's place. No games were crashing, no tech was malfunctioning, and for once in his life, nobody was bothering him.

So naturally, Tealy started dancing.

Nobody asked. Nobody requested it. There was no music playing, technically — he had been watching a YouTube video about graphics card benchmarks that had a mildly rhythmic intro, and something in his tiny teal brain just activated. One foot tap became a shoulder shimmy, which became a full 360 spin, which became whatever the bird equivalent of the worm is. He was committed. He was feeling it.

"Yeah," Tealy muttered to absolutely no one, pointing finger guns at his own reflection in the black monitor screen. "That's what I'm talking about."

The window slid open.

Not the door. The window. Which was on the second floor.

DumbDird tumbled in like a load of laundry achieving sentience, landed on the floor with a sound like a bag of groceries giving up, and looked up at Tealy with the most serene expression imaginable.

"Durr, hey Tally."

Tealy stopped dancing immediately. "How did you even— the door is right there."

DumbDird looked at the door. Looked at the window. Looked back at the door. Nodded slowly, as though processing ancient scripture.

"Durr… yeah."

That was the entire explanation. Tealy stared at him for a long moment, then decided, correctly, that pursuing this further would only hurt him.

DumbDird stood up, dusted himself off, and surveyed the living room with the quiet authority of a man who had just arrived by perfectly normal means. Then, without a word, he got down on the floor, planted the top of his head against the carpet, and kicked his legs straight up into the air.

Upside-down yoga. In Tealy's living room. At two in the afternoon.

"What," said Tealy.

"Durr, it's called the Supported Headstand," DumbDird said calmly from the floor, legs wobbling slightly. "It's very good for you."

"Where did you even learn that?"

"Durr, Animal Crossing."

Tealy opened his mouth. Closed it. There was no yoga in Animal Crossing. He knew this. DumbDird knew this, presumably. But the confidence was absolute and unshakeable, and Tealy had learned long ago that challenging DumbDird's sources was a one-way ticket to a headache.

"You're going to fall," Tealy said instead.

"Durr, no I'm not."

He fell.

It was immediate. One leg went left, one went right, and DumbDird collapsed sideways into the coffee table, sending a bag of Dumb Snacks — Banana Nacho flavor, sitting there minding its own business — skidding across the floor.

DumbDird stared at the ceiling for a moment.

"Durrr… I'm okay."

"I know," said Tealy, already walking to the kitchen. "I don't know why I said anything."

He came back with two sodas, handed one to DumbDird, who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor looking spiritually refreshed despite everything, and dropped onto the couch.

There was a comfortable silence.

"Durr, Tally," DumbDird said eventually.

"What."

"You were dancing when I came in."

Tealy took a long sip of his soda. "No I wasn't."

"Durr, yeah you were. It was really good."

Another long silence.

"...It was pretty good," Tealy admitted quietly.

"DURRR!" DumbDird slapped the floor with both hands. "I KNEW IT!"

Tealy immediately regretted everything.

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