[This isn't intuitive in the least. There are more tiny naked men on the screen and Jamie is instructing him to press the shapes on the item in his hand. This doesn't feel like a game. This feels like chaos.]
Not playing games. [He grunts as he looks back at Jamie while all his little men run about the screen. Men that he assumes are very much real and captive inside of the big shiny box.] Playing gods.
What? [Jamie is distracted because this is way more complicated than he thought it would be and it's probably not actually fun for either of them. He's just incredibly determined to make a gamer of Spite.
He stills his hands, furrowing his brows at Spite and then pointing at the screen.]
It's not real. It's cartoons. [Is it, though.] Or something.
[There are several barriers here that Jamie hasn't thought through. First of all, this is Spite, not Lucanis; a Fade Demon with only basic concepts of life in a physical realm. But there's also the fact that video games are not a thing that exists in Thedas, and neither is football. Oh, nor cartoons. ]
Not real. [His head twists, looking at it.] Other worlds.
Yeah? I guess you don't have TV or nothin'.. you got books? It's like a book-- but you can see what's happening in it? It's how we tell stories on Earth-- guess it's not exactly universal but other places do it. Maybe cuz we like to see and hear stuff too. Most important senses, innit?
[Nothing that Jamie says is registering to Spite. He stares uneasily back at him for a moment while he speaks, then waits a beat and glances back at the window he'd entered through.]
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[It'll push him into tutorial mode, which is an absolute mess of naked bodies ready to play football.]
There you go, press them buttons.
[He's right up against Spite to backseat drive, unperturbed by his.. everything.]
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Not playing games. [He grunts as he looks back at Jamie while all his little men run about the screen. Men that he assumes are very much real and captive inside of the big shiny box.] Playing gods.
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He stills his hands, furrowing his brows at Spite and then pointing at the screen.]
It's not real. It's cartoons. [Is it, though.] Or something.
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Not real. [His head twists, looking at it.] Other worlds.
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We don't control the book.
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Doesn't Lulu let you play any games on his phone? Reckon you'd love candy crush.
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More fun. Chasing. Fighting.