#also expirimentimg with garys personality yet again

[potatochip-oc-dump]

A Conversation Held On Top of the Dinner Table

- Gary and Chip have a heart-to-heart -

Through the doorway to the mealroom, Gary sits on the table, their lanky figure hunched over in an awkward gremlin sort of way. Chip stares at them, and they stare right back with a mischievous grin. They beckon her over with a flick of their tail. Curious, she approaches.

"Oh oh oh!!! Chipette! How nice to see you! Come, sit, join me!" 

"ok." 

Chip clumsily pulls herself onto the table, knocking a chair or two over in the process. Satisfied, she sits.

"why are we on tables?" She questions.

"Table? This is No Mere Table, this is a THRONE! The Biggest seat of them all! A Seat fit for Lords and Ladies of the highest degree! And I saved a spot Just For You!!!" Gary pats a spot on the table and Chip scoots a bit closer.

"no really, why?"

"Okay Okay. I Like It Here. It's Comfortable! Don't You Agree? Just Get a Look at that View!"

…

"That Was A Joke!" They smile. 

"...I want to Talk To You! Get To Know You! We are Not friends but maybe Someday we Could Be. It's Simple. I Want To Ask You One Thing!! One question! Promise, you don't even have to Answer if you're not feeling it! Cross my heart!!!"

Chip blinks. Processing the words that were just said, she replies, "...ok. that's alright."

Gary leans forward.

"What Are You?"

Chip doesn't say a word. Gary snaps back to their former position, suddenly realizing what they just said.

"Wait, Sorry, Rephrasing. That was Much More Vague and Difficult To Answer than i Intended! What I mean is, are you a lord? or a lady? or Boy, or Girl, or Neither, Both, anything in Between??? No Pressure! Just say the word and I'll be Out Of Here. Gone. Goodbye!"

The kitten takes time to mull the question over. Oh. That's still not easy to answer. What is she? 

"im… nothin', really."

"Sure You're Something! You're sitting in front of me aren't you? I can see you! That makes you Something!"

"oh. yeah. thats true… i guess.. i am a cat."

"I see, I see. Me too! We are both cats, isn't that special? Well.. we are not Quite the same. But we Aren't So Different either!"

"maybe. i dont know much.. i mean ive known since furever that 'girl' and 'boy' isn't.. me. but i don't know why exactly. i 'spose like being just 'chip.'"

"Can I tell you a Secrete, Chipette?"

"if you wanna."

Their blindingly bright smile softens just a bit.

"I feel a very similar way."

Chip does not respond to this. She dips her head a little in thought.

"How strange that we are so alike but so different. I am Tall and you are Short, you are Young and I am Old, but we Share Feelings and Share Secrets. You Are Not Alone. Figuratively! You can always talk to me if ever you feel like it! I will be Somewhere around here."

Gary extends a hand to Chip. "To be serious, Thank You. For Sitting with me, I mean." They smile a small smile.

Chip stares at the hand like it's grown a new head. 

"It Is a Handshake," They clarify.

Chip shakes their head slowly, and then returns a thumbs up instead. Gary quickly catches on and mirrors this.

"you're welcome… also." Chip concludes, nodding once. They then stand up, ready to leave. "i think im gonna take a nap now."

"Be Seeing You, then!" Gary waves as Chip lets themself down from the table.

"bye bye." They trot off elsewhere. Presumably to lay in a beam of sunlight or something.

The scene is left the same as it started. Through the doorway to the mealroom, Gary sits on the table. Though this time, they are smiling, fondly.