pizer. (pizer) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2019-03-08 18:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | pizer, vox |
Where'd you go? My darling you're a freakshow.
Things were getting easier at Xavier’s. Not easy the way that a neurotypical person would find it. But he was satisfied with his small wins — and, more importantly, he felt like they were coming more often.
His mind (on a good day) connected more than it otherwise did. He was able to know and understand time, be expecting people like Carolina and Irina rather than simply being surprised by their appearance. He knew when to take Buddy out for walks instead of Buddy needing to tell him. He even did the dishes in his sink — or, well, he washed the plastic knife, spoon, and fork that he’d been given. No use in washing a paper plate. Days when he could watch TV and actually follow it, something like E! News (real news was too stressful, so celebrity news it was). When he could actually say what he wanted instead of just accepting the easy food that was brought to him.
There had even been a few nights when he didn’t have nightmares about where he’d been.
He still wore his hoodie, as much to keep others safe as it was a familiar token that lended him confidence. His hands were mostly hidden in the sleeves, half of his fingers free thanks to fingerless gloves. Buddy was another familiar comfort. He had the dog’s leash and had just finished their second walk of the afternoon, when they were headed back inside. As was their tradition, Pizer would open the door and Buddy would go in to assess the situation. One bark meant he was alone. Two meant that at least one other person was there. Three… well, three meant something bad was happening and Buddy was headed right back to help get his human to safety.
Only one bark this time though, and so Pizer slowly entered the kitchen area, stepping into the pantry to grab several water bottles for his room, when he heard Buddy bark, twice. He pulled the hoodie over his head, shoving the bottles into his front pouch. Tugging on Buddy’s lead, he started to go in the opposite direction of the person that had come in, but then he wasn’t paying enough attention to the hallway, and he stumbled and fell against someone. The force of it pushed his sleeves up some, and it was only a matter of seconds before the screaming. He knew, from experience.(Ellery!)