Sara :33
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oh my GAT
Austin thanked him and stepped into the cafe. He took a table right by the door. All of the table were made from a really nice dark and glossy wood. The chairs were made from the same material but owned a padded, brick red cushion for the patient's bums. The walls were painted a soothing forest green and the entire cafe was illuminated by a dim yellow light. The carpet was soft and matched the color of the cushions. There was a special hot drink bar and then a seperate one for sweets and snacks. It was relatively big, holding a good fifteen tables and a lounge for putting the feet up or just relaxing. Soft jazz music played throughout the room, which Austin had taken a liking to. He sat there so that Vincent could enter. -
no I made tomato soup because its red
like my soul
Vincent followed Austin in, immediately hearing the jazz music. Vincent never listened to music as a child, especially not the loud stuff. The loud stuff always startled him. Even as an innocent child, he was jumpy. He sat across from Austin, tapping his feet and tapping his fingers gently on the table. He gently shivered, full of excited energy and unable to contain it. He was full of so much energy, all he wanted to do was get up and run. He wouldn't do that, though, Vincent had a decent control over himself. He gave a small grin to Austin, not sure how to act. No one had ever wanted to hang out or talk to him before. "Erm.." He stated, looking towards the ceiling, "Thank you, for inviting me." He stated, warmly. -
horrifying
"You're welcome. Tea, hot chocolate, or coffee? And once you answer that, how do you like it prepared?" He knew exactly what he would be drinking, but he figured that he should be polite and grab Vincent's order, as well. He felt his insides tingling in the best way possible, like there was warmth for once. The sudden blossom of what could be a friendship had taken it's wonderful toll. Things like such gave him something else to focus on, and he was always thankful for that. -
my bra isn't fitting right its awkward
Vincent shrugged, "Coffee I guess. I don't really care how it's prepared or whatever." He showed a bit more confidence, to his own relief. 'The last thing I need is caffeine, I'm hyper enough already.' Vincent thought to himself, but pushed that thought away without a care. He could live with being a bit more jumpy than normal. It's not like he hadn't felt every shade of excitement known to man. Because he had. Vincent's anxiety seemed to hate him in that, as he felt all types of anxiety. Minor, major, excitement, social. The list went on. Vincent could describe everything he had been through, every anxiety he had felt very easily. He had felt all of them so many times that it became normal. -
do you need a different size
He nodded his head, standing and heading off to do as told. The boy spotted one of his least favorite patients, Jorge. Jorge was an irritating, horrid creature in the eyes, especially due to the fact that he could belittle anyone over anything. He suffered from Multiple Personalities and usually switched between all upsetting and angry characters. His medication usually kept it at two. Of course, he was hanging around at the hot drink bar. Austin held his head high, stepping and grabbed a mug. Jorge grunted and waved sarcastically, "What's up, hot-head?" The teen licked his lips and attempted to focus on the coffee pouring into the mug. He had chosen Colombian Spice as he believed Vincent would enjoy that flavor. The man itched his stubble, saying now, "How's daddy? Oh, how about your mom? You attack her lately?" Austin bit the insides of his cheeks as he prepared his hot chocolate, holding back a mass flood of tears. -
nu its a sports bra
Vincent waited impatiently, tapping his foot a little loudly on the floor. He glanced around the room, trying to take it all in. His anxiety had blessed him with some focus issues as well, as he always wanted to get up and bolt. In his fight or flight instincts, flight was most certainly the dominant instinct. "Maybe I was born like this," He muttered to himself, "Maybe I was just cursed to be afraid of everything." The boy bit his lip at that thought, frowning. "Maybe I was destined to be so terrible that God made me so I suffered day in and day out, but then still go to Hell in the end." Vincent's thoughts were getting to him now. And the worst part? He believed every single one with them with a fiery passion. Self hate always filled the anxious teen. -
ohhhhh sporty
He fixed the rest of both drinks, not daring to say another thing to Jorge. He hurried back to the table, leaving the man in a fit of chuckles with himself. Austin set the coffee down in front of Vincent, taking a seat across from him with his own drink. He tilted his head when the sound of the foot tapping away came to his ears. He said nothing of it. He looked over his shoulder to see if Jorge was still hanging around. He had drifted to the lounging corner, and this settled Austin's upset by only a bit. He wanted to cry, yes, but he chose not to for the sake of Vincent. "I tried my best with your coffee. It's not too sweet, not too bitter." -
nu just really lazy actually
Vincent was relieved when Austin came back. He needed someone to distract him from his thoughts. Blinking a few times, he took the mug in his hands. He let the slightly-scolding warmth warm his hands, looking around the room once more. He tried to silence his tapping foot, biting his lip. "Anyways.." Vincent, was unsure of what to say, and the next words spilled out of his mouth, untamed. "Could we be friends?" He covered his mouth after saying so, blushing red. Vincent's hands soon returned to the mug, giving a nervous chuckle. "Erm," He sputtered, "I mean, if you want to." -
thats okay too
also sorry i had to clean my mouse cages
Austinn faked a smile to hide his Jorge induced mood, nodding. "Of course we can be friends. I like you. You're better than a lot of the a--holes that are here." He swallowed, taking a light sip of his cocoa. "That'd be nice, actually. I haven't had a good friend in forever." Inside, he was actually quite excited at the chance of a new friendship. It was heartwarming and relieving in a way. He could use someone to confide in here and there rather than bottling it up amd saving it for less than frequent trips to the shrink. He leaned back in his seat. -
im jelly I want a mouse
and btw the plural of moose is meese
hey im really jumpy
shall make being this character easy
Vincent was already induced with energy. He was bouncing up and down in his seat, smiling widely. "T-this is my first week there- I mean here." He told him, "I think having a good frand- friend, might be nice. Keep me safe." Vincent was overflowing with energy. He sat on his feet, in order to keep them from taping the ground. He became quite shaky, "Jeez, I look like a erm, drug addict." Vincent's eyes showed a hope not to bother Austin on the subject, "Or alcoholic. Alcoholic works too." He offered a weak smile, hoping he didn't offend the taller male by saying such things. "All this shaking.." He pursed his lips. -
GET three females in a 20 long tank
nice
even noicer
"It always is good to have a friend around, yes." He thought back to two years before, when he lost his one last, good friend. His name was Henry and he had always been around whether it be playing video games or messing around with different recipes. They had been friends since kindergarten where they would play with Spiderman figures and Hulk play-sets. The years had passed and they had grown to young men, and they still had a great relationship. It had all come down to them play Battlecall: The Frontier, a fast-action, multiplayer shooter game. Austin had suddenly been caught in an episode which started off as a simple bout of depression but had escalated to him wailing and seething. Henry had been horrified and dropped Austin as a friend then and there, hurrying out without exiting the game as he would have usually done. The next day, the teen had called to explain what had gone down but Henry didn't accept it, and even went as far as calling him the derogatory term: psycho. A week later, Austin ended up in the same facility that he was now sipping away hot cocoa in. "You're fine. The shaking won't hurt anyone." -
nah Ill just keep my fish named gale
who tries to jump out of his tank
every night
"I don't want to be in this place." He mused, "It's s-s...cary." The boy was shaking so much he could hardly talk without his voice shaking. Vincent tried to hide himself in his arms, trying to avoid looking at anyone around him. 'This is mortifying.' He thought to himself, frowning. 'I can't even talk because I'm shaking so hard.' The area wasn't helping, either. 'It's a mental hospital. Aren't these places for crazy people? I'm not crazy..I can't be. Am I?' The boy's troubled thoughts caused him to stare blankly at the table in front of him. He tried not to look to upset with himself. Vincent didn't want anyone to see that, either. 'Why was I given a padded cell,' He wondered, 'Am I dangerous?' He questioned, biting his lip at the mere thought of being dangerous and insane. -
galE
is your fish really named gale???
"It's not scary once you get used to it. I've been here for a while and after the first month or two, everything gets a little easier." He sniffed in the aroma of his drink, taking notice of the cinnamon he had added this time around. He breathed out slowly, looking to Vincent. "You alright?" The male would have usually seemed much more interested but he, himself, was being drowned by the flood in his brain. He decided that he would push his own worries aside and instead focus on Vincent. He didn't wish to ruin something that had barely started. "If you aren't, take five deep breaths and close your eyes for ten seconds. It helps me sometimes." -
yes
hes really emo
omg some people think im serious when I say s--- about emo
its funny
Vincent rubbed his temples, sighing a little. He disregarded the last comment. No amount of breathing could help him. Nothing could help him. "I'm mortified to be shaking this much." He hugged himself in his arms, as he shakily said such words. His shaking was awfully hard to deal with, as he was always so afraid. 'What am I afraid of..' He thought to himself, trying to grab the mug of coffee yet again. Shakily, he reached it up to his lips and sipped the hot liquid. It was quite hot, but not scolding, much to his desire. -
that's fantastic xD
i find it funny
"It's okay, I promise. Don't be upset about it. I'd other a hug or something but I don't know if that would help," he laughed out anxiously. The male glanced down at his hot chocolate, spinning the liquid around in the cup and watching as puffs of steam circled from it. He inhaled once more, the smell even stronger this time around. He had grown much calmer in a shott period of time thanks to escaping the clutches of Jorge and hanging around someone new. He thought about what he had said to Vincent and shuddered. Austin despised the fact that he came off as a big teddy bear, it was too straight-forward and most likely made others uncomfortable.
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