For a long, awkward moment, no one replies to Collette at all. When someone does, it isn't a focalization. It's the quiet creaking of a door opening on over used hinges. One of the pantry cupboards hangs open, though there doesn't appear to be anything but food inside.
Collette wheels herself closer, tracking the creaking hinges down to an open pantry cupboard. "Stanley," she asks quietly, "You haven't turned into a potato, have you?"
It's not the first time someone's accused him of that before. But no, he's there. In fact, there's a cut on his lip from where someone tossed a can of tomatoes at him earlier. The dude had run off fast enough when the pantry complained about the mistreatment, though. He focuses, and manages to mostly appear. He's a bit on the translucent side visibly, but physically, he's perfectly solid. And yes, he's hiding alone in the cupboard in the dark. It's probably not the adult reaction, but fuck it. He's not an adult yet. And he doesn't have a reason to try to be, anymore.
He lifts a hand, glance at-no, through- it, and then lifts his eyes to where Collette sits. Okay, yeah. So he's only halfway to visible. She's kind of right.
He's not too sure about that. It's dark and small but cavernous. A little musky maybe but not too bad. He's got a little perch cleared between the canned goods now. It's homey. He could stay in there all day. Maybe with the door closed. It's peaceful like that, between meal rushes. There's really no reason to come out.
"You're a boy, not a canned good. Come on out, okay? We'll find you a better place to get some alone time. James, he's my friend back home, he used to get into the main lounge room and lock the doors from the inside when he needed time away from the world. It gave him someplace to think!"
She chattered on, making a come com gesture again with her hands.
"I think it was comforting for him, too, 'cause of the locks and everything. If you want, you can borrow my room for a while. I'm the only one in there anyway, so it's not like anyone's going to disturb you there, either, and I've got a totally awesome lap blanket I'm willing to share that makes you feel all warm and comfortable, almost safe."
"'Cause I don't think anyone really deserves to be alone without at least a lap blanket to help keep them warm. You know?" She changes what she says as she says it, adding on to the end because it is something people like. Even Collette likes her solitude -- it's just hard to guess when.
"Why is no one else there." He clarifies, not particularly interested in lap blankets and locked doors anyhow. He didn't climb into a cupboard for solitude, actually, though it's easy to see where it might look that way. It just feels secure.
"I moved out on my own," she says, shrugging her shoulders. "It made sense at the time."
She believes as much, for all Blue's helped her significantly with her nightmares. "I had these really bad nightmares and stuff, so for a while I was waking up really loudly, if you know what I mean?"
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( But no really, she's not that far away since she was in her room. Collette hits the storage pantries and goes for the simple thing first: )
Stan! Hey Stan! Are you still in here? Staaaan!
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She says when she's close enough, making a come here sort of gesture.
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"Sorry."
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He's not too sure about that. It's dark and small but cavernous. A little musky maybe but not too bad. He's got a little perch cleared between the canned goods now. It's homey. He could stay in there all day. Maybe with the door closed. It's peaceful like that, between meal rushes. There's really no reason to come out.
"I'm good."
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She chattered on, making a come com gesture again with her hands.
"I think it was comforting for him, too, 'cause of the locks and everything. If you want, you can borrow my room for a while. I'm the only one in there anyway, so it's not like anyone's going to disturb you there, either, and I've got a totally awesome lap blanket I'm willing to share that makes you feel all warm and comfortable, almost safe."
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He doesn't move to leave his cozy cupboard yet, but he does glance up at Collette at least.
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She believes as much, for all Blue's helped her significantly with her nightmares. "I had these really bad nightmares and stuff, so for a while I was waking up really loudly, if you know what I mean?"
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He does know, actually. It sucks. What's weirder is if no one else in that room ever wakes up screaming. But it's probably better not to say that.
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