Private Finished [AGoDR] Stand-up

Morgan strolled in the park, looking at the benches. He called up one of the other participants of the tournament and asked if they wanted to have a match. He hadn’t quite figured out what kind of match but here he was.

He finally spotted Rory sitting at a bench and walked over. “Uh, are you here for the challenge I called about?” He glanced over his shoulder to check that Moony had still followed. Moony was kind of a nickname they came up together and both found it fit. Plus it was amusing. Morgan quite liked Moony. They got along, maybe not perfectly, but they were both more quiet people. Morgan crossed his arms. “So uh, any idea on what challenge this will be?”

Morgan sat down on the bench as he thought about. The goggles that would let him see Rory’s species hung around his neck while he had his regular glasses for his eyes. He was tempted to check Rory’s species but eventually decided against it. “Uh... sure. I’m not that great at jokes though.” Nothing gave any indication he was lying. In fact he wasn’t lying, his family always joked about his lacklustre sense of humour.

Morgan was more the opposite. He could sometimes take a while to understand a joke, and would seriously ask someone to explain one. Even if he did understand the joke, he wasn’t guaranteed to laugh. “My twin says I’m more deprived of giggles.” His right leg bounced a bit. Frankly he was a bit nervous, seeing how he wasn’t the competitive type and that this was his first challenge with this whole tournament thing. “You wanna go first ooor...?”

Morgan looked more concerned than amused. His lips didn’t even twitch. He shot a worried glance at Moony as he internally debated whether his sense of humour truly was below average. He turned back to Rory. “I... didn’t really get it, sorry-“ He suddenly stopped and his face took a bit of an ‘oooooh’ look. “Ok I get it.” But he didn’t look amused regardless.

He sighed as he thought of a joke. He only knew cheesy ones, and even then he often stumbled over the delivery. “Okaaaay. Here goes. How do you drown a hipster?” He paused for a moment before the final delivery. “Throw him in the mainstream.” You could almost see in Morgan’s eyes the debate on how he ended up here.

Morgan blinked and actually laughed a little. Mostly because he expected this to last a lot longer than it ended up being. His leg still bounced a little, but nowhere near as much as it used to. He nodded. “Uh, thanks?” He rubbed the back of his neck a bit awkwardly.