WHO: Aiden & Wren WHAT: Wren has a present for Aiden WHERE: Their cell WHEN: Saturday 22nd December RATING: Medium
Wren seemed to think that his present giving had gone well; no one had seemed to dislike what he'd given them, even though he hadn't really stuck around to get their reactions. He'd gotten the day completely wrong as well, but then Christmas had never really been a thing for him until he'd been admitted to the asylum, at least not a thing that he'd understood or wanted to remember; holidays had been a time of long hours of fun in the room he'd been locked into but always for someone else and never for him. Still, at least he'd remembered that it existed this year and the merriment of the times he'd spent Christmas in the hospital had warmed him up to the holiday.
He wanted to paint though, ideas of Christmas trees and snowmen and dank dark rooms and merry men in red suits crackled through his damaged mind, demanding to be put to paper and giving him a little itch of a headache. Maybe he'd try and find something that would draw and maybe a red colour and he could put the things in his head out there like the nice doctors had used to ask him to. Maybe he could do that, but there was a weight in his pocket, smooth and round when he put his hand inside and he found the marble and remembered what he'd been doing before he'd been distracted by thought.
He chirruped a surprised little 'oh!' and then grinned before turning the other way and making off in the direction of the little nook that Aiden had set up as a sleeping place for the both of them. It might not have helped the nasty rumour that was going around about Aiden, but it was almost a sure thing that had he been with anyone else he wouldn't have made it this far, either out of the asylum itself, away from all those zombies, or just without being brutalised.
"Aiiiiden! Aiiiiden!" he called between snatches of 'very merry merry very Christmas, merry very very very Christmas', a mangled version of Carol of the Bells. He nearly stumbled down some stairs to the next floor and then ran down the corridor until he reached their cell, marble grasped firmly in his hand. "Aiden!"