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Long blinked blankly at Rosen. You can't miss what you never had.

There was a familiar glint in Rosen's eye. It looked like he had found his next pet project.

Long started to look worried again.

"Rewax," Rosen reassured him, "I don't bwite... much."

"... That's a relief," Long replied, face blank as he managed to put a little sarcasm into his words.

Rosen grinned, pleased with Long's success with sarcasm and apparently attributing this 'improvement' to himself. He held up a hand, "Hwi-Fwive!"

Long blinked at Rosen for a moment, not understanding what he said. It didn't look like he understood the gesture either.

Rosen blinked before taking a longer time and trying to annunciate his words, "H-i.... fiiive," he repeated, still holding up his hand.

Long still didn't get it.

Rosen blinked before writing, You've never high-fived before?

Long shook his head.

It's an exclamation of awesomeness. Like, good job! That was epic! Rosen wrote, shocked Long didn't know something so cool.

Long frowned a little as he did his best to understand the definition.

I liked your sarcasm, so we slap hands! High-Five! Rosen wrote before holding up his hand again.

Long read the tablet before staring at Rosen's hand for a moment. Then he raised his own and slapped the side of Rosen's hand.

Rosen slapped the palm of his hand so it made a loud slapping sound, "Like this!" he explain with another handsome grin.