characters: Bart Finn and Avery setting: November 29, 2017, noon, grassy area summary: Bart and Avery enjoy that grass is a thing that exists rating: Probably Extremely Low
Bart hadn’t been here long. It felt like culture shock, and he knew that it was dumb to feel that. He'd lived in America his entire life. He grew up with air and grass and chirping birds and other people his entire life. This wasn't a new, foreign culture. Despite mentally telling himself that it was dumb, he was dumb, he couldn't stop being in complete awe every time he stared at a tree for too long, or got distracted by a bird doing bird things. He hoped that would wear off soon, but at the same time he hoped it never did. Nobody got to see the world like this, like a child, not when they were his age. By the time they got to his age, that natural awe wore off for almost everything except for unique sights and experiences. He didn't want to have to wait around until he saw something unique, just to feel pleased about it.
Bart currently laid on a patch of grass, and stared up at the sky. It was slightly cloudy, but the clouds were puffy and lazy, and sometimes formed amusing shapes of things he abruptly remembered he recognized, which reminded him that those things too existed, which was nice. It was nice for things to exist. And the grass. He couldn't stop stroking the grass. It was nice that the grass was here too. Grass was a nice color. So green.