Dietre Abendroth (dietre) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-02-02 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | february 2011 |
Who: Dietre and Francis.
What: Butting heads.
When: Thursday during school.
Where: The high school.
Rating: Medium?
Dietre had fallen into a routine. He liked routines. It started as an occasional visit to the nurse's office for a rest, then they became more frequent, and now, it was just about every day. Dietre had no trouble getting passes to go, many of his teachers pitied him over the loss of his parents, and he always got such good grades despite missing class that they saw no reason to deny him. He wasn't like other teenagers, after all, no one had to worry about him sneaking off to smoke in the boy's room or to committ obscene acts behind the bleachers. If Dietre said he was going to the nurse's office, then that was where he'd be.
He rarely ever slept at night like other people, he had to steal naps whenever he could. On the couch with the television in the background, on the sunny living room floor with Breve, or, his most preferred spot, in Francis' office. It was so easy to sleep knowing Francis was only a few feet away. Dietre found it reassuring. Sometimes he didn't even need to sleep, sometimes he liked to lay there and listen to Francis rustle papers, open drawers, breathe... Sometimes Dietre was bold enough to even watch, leaving just enough of a gap in the privacy curtain so he could see his guardian at his desk. He never grew tired of watching Francis.
So today, as he had the day before, and the day before that, Dietre asked for a pass to the nurse and made his way through the quiet halls to his destination. He let himself in to Francis' office without knocking, he had been there often enough now that he no longer felt as though he were intruding. He acted as though it was his right to be there.
"Hello, Francis..." Dietre had long since ceased calling the man Mr. Drake when they were alone together. He liked saying his first name now, it gave him a sense of...closeness.