Jacket
I first grab the collar with my right hand and lift the
jacket off whatever it is resting on, a hook? A chair? That’s when I feel the
texture of the woven cotton collar lining, a knitted sort of pattern you would
expect to find on a jersey. The zip and buttons make a metallic jingle as
I move my left arm –always the left first, I could not tell you why- towards the
sleeve and across the cotton interior, which is decorated in a Scottish tartan
pattern, then into the plain black polyester sleeve. The polyester is smooth
and almost silky to the touch as my hand flows through it towards the cuff, the
internal of which is the same Scottish tartan as the internal of the body. When
my hand exits the sleeve the cuff stays cosy around my palm –an odd occurrence
for a person with arms as long as mine. The process is repeated with my right
arm, all the while the whole jacket is making the flapping sound of a bird
trying to get into the air. When my right arm is all the way through the right
sleeve the majority of the jacket has bunched up around my shoulders, because
of the dense cotton fabric it is made of. Then I roll my shoulders to loosen it, more flapping and jingling ensues and the smell of manufactured cotton fills my
nostrils. 
Controller
When picking up the controller the first part touched is the
palm rest, my fingers wrap around the smooth blue plastic which has an almost
metallic sheen. My thumb wraps around the bottom of the controller and brushes
across the seam between the two plastic halves, the same seam which on different
parts of the controller is filled with brown grime. This brown grime is a
mixture of sweat and dead skin cells, a by-product of extended use and something
that is never widely noticed about all controllers and remotes. There is also dust acumilated in and around it, but only in places that aren't usually touched through normal play, these are smooth and clean as if they were just polished. When my finger
tighten around the profile of the controller and triggers, buttons and sticks
all make a faint clicking sound as they move around in their sockets. I then
bring the controller to my other hand which instinctively grips it in its
ergonomically intended place, thumb resting on the textured top of the analogue
stick and first finger nestled in the gap between the two trigger buttons. The first
hand moves to this position as well, inducing more sound from the buttons as they
are touched. When the controller is in use the analogue sticks become very
slippery as they are moved more and more, because of the fact that they are
convex and rounded. Also when the sticks are faced inwards towards each other they wont move the entire way because your thumbs get in the way. 
The buttons all give a satisfying click whenever they are
pushed in, and there is a very definite limit to the distance they can go in.
Bean Bag
When first descending into the bean bag it feels incredibly
fluid and melds to your body incredibly well, and for a while all the individual
beans can be felt and heard moving all at once. However as you sink in further
it gets tighter and stops moving, the bag has moulded to the shape of your
legs, butt and back and just as your back hits the bag there is a dull thud. Your hand will graze the small black trim that runs around all of the seams of the bag to disguise them. At
that point the smell of polyester becomes apparent as well as the faint smell of
BO and junk food underlying it. Whether this is from the bean bags themselves
or the room surrounding them is unknown, though hopefully the later. The fabric
is on the finer side of coarse, its not unpleasant by any stretch of the
imagination but you wouldn't want a blanket made of it. If at any point you
decide to move while you are sitting all of the individual beans will be heard
again as well as the sound of polyester rubbing against itself as the bag rubs
with the one next to it.
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