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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 10:11 am
He didn't like the attacks.
They came on without warning most of the time, without anything other than the trembling of his hands and the rapid palpitations of his erratic heartbeat to indicate that one was coming on. Sometimes there were reasons, legitimate ones, and sometimes there didn't seem to be anything that should have triggered it.
He buried them deep, hid away, made himself alone with his own thoughts. It was better that way.
Just like it was better now, in the dormitory common room, October currently hunched over behind one of the couches, arms over his head, body curled in on itself. His fingers were linked together, clasped tightly, but it didn't stop the shaking.
Don't think about it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 9:24 pm
It wasn't a necessary component of their relationship to constantly feed Maebe junk food, but he liked to do it anyway: half because it meant seeing her spoiled, half because it meant he got some of the goods too. Thank God for her bird's stomach.
Today was a pit stop to Rally's, and Dawson was eager to tear into his burger and fries. He couldn't help but pause, however, when he saw someone curled up in the common room he was passing by. For a moment he thought they might be asleep, but then he saw how taught their fingers were. In spite of his weapon's sigh of annoyance (why must you be so nosy), Dawson plopped himself beside the trainee.
"You don' look so good," he said as he set his bag of food down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2018 6:05 pm
It took a moment for the words to penetrate. October hadn't even heard the footsteps, nor the rustle of bags, nor anything else, something in his head ringing, a fuzzy static sort of sound that obliterated anything else. But even if he didn't hear it at first, the words were still spoken, filtering slowly into his hazy mind like melting snowflakes.
He turned, ever so slightly, but didn't lift his head.
"Maybe," said October, voice muffled and low. "I dunno."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 4:03 pm
"Hm." He pulled a french fry out and popped it into his mouth like he was going to smoke it, chewing slowly. "You nauseous? Drank too much?"
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