Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, making the dust motes dance in the air. John leaned back in his chair, feeling the familiar pull of inertia. He had to show the new guy, Ben, how to use the inventory system. He wished, more than anything, that the system would just run itself.

"So, the inventory," John began, his voice barely a murmur. He gestured towards the computer screen. "It's… complicated. But mostly just… click things." He then turned his attention back to the clouds outside, hoping that he could catch the moment when the wind decided to blow them away.

Ben scribbled notes with frenetic energy. John felt a flicker of annoyance; it seemed like a lot of effort.