Sara :33
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yes he likes to beg for food
yes so do I
"I think I am fine." Vincent shrugged, "This is normal." Vincent assured, looking into the coffee. He took another sip, before he held it in his hands again. The warm liquid was comforting the male, warming him up and reminding him he was safe. He slowly began to calm down, his shaking beginning to slow. This was until he wasn't shaking at all, although a few chills would run down Vincent's back now and then. "So, how are you?" The boy asked, tilting his head. He was unsure about what to talk about, so he asked one of the most clich questions on the planet. -
oh my gat i was looking through old ass threads xD
how does he beg
He had felt a whole lot more at ease once he saw that Vincent was calming down. "I'm glad you're feeling a bit better. I'm okay." He sipped more at his hot chocolate, allowing the liquid to slide down his throat. He exhaled deeply, ruffling his hair with his own hand. "I might have to grab another cup of that. It's really good." Austin grabbed at his shoulder in a fit of hidden upset. Small actions like so were his way of knowing that he was distressed. Others might not have been so capable of understanding what certain things meant when he performed them. This always had been a problem, like when his foot would tap in school or when he'd chew on his pencil so much that there would be no places without bite marks. -
lol never do that
ill walk to his tank and he'll swim to me and just look at me straight in the eye, before going up and acting like hes eating food
its weird
Vincent sighed, nodding. "I see, how about you tell me something about yourself?" Vincent liked how the male across from him was so friendly towards him, and didn't judge him. That made him constantly want acceptance from him- although he barely knew the male, he knew that he wanted acceptance. Vincent sat back, still holding onto the hot cup of coffee the male had fetched for him. It was still halfway full, give or take, as Vincent was a slow eater and drinker. He took another sip, letting the liquid warm his mouth before allowing it to move onto his stomach. Vincent had never really had coffee before this, sure, as a child he did, but nothing like this. Vincent liked it. -
terrifying fish that you own
"I like sharks," he said with a little chuckle, examining the table with his eyes. He used his fingernails to gently slide over the surface. The texture interested him like it always had. It was a glossy wood finish and it always was enjoyable for him to mess around with. "I'm only kidding, but I do like sharks. I'll give you a better fact." He stared off to the side for a good fifteen seconds. It was difficult to discover something worth mentioning when only having a simple conversation. "Before I had this whole schizo-affective thing, I really enjoyed making Co2 cars and diy rockets. I also painted a lot because I had to know how to do patterns for the rockets and cars. I'd work on them with my neighbor. He was cool. How about you?" -
yes he's scary
"I really want a puppy. I love to read, and I love to write poetry. My hand writing is always terrible, though. I've been to fourteen different schools, probably more." Vincent admitted, "Yeah, I want one of those therapist dogs. They cost money though, thousands of dollars." He admitted, frowning. "I don't have any money." He sighed. "I'm also terrified of doctors and needles, as well as animal teeth and death. Demons, too. Medicine..Yeah I'm afraid of almost everything." The boy frowned even more than he already was. He wanted a puppy very badly, as he often did better with animals than humans. -
sounds like it o:
"Wow, poetry? That sounds really cool. Have you written any lately. And it's okay to be scared, everyone has fears, some more than others. That's okay." He recalled his own therapy dog, Charm, and cast his eyes to the floor. "I know what you mean about the dog. It's a s--- ton of money. I had one for a good two years. I wish someone like you would have gotten him rather than me." He shook his head disappointingly at himself, knowing that Charm had been very loyal and attached to himself. It all went downhill the first time Charm was around to witness him get high. The poor animal had absolutely gone berserk because he had confused the effects with those of his actual disorder. -
yeaah
"Nope, I haven't." The boy answered, sighing. "I'm basically a ward of the state now, since I'm here and don't have a family." Vincent pursed his lips, "So it's not like the mom and dad I don't have can buy me one." He put a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. He took another drink of his coffee, keeping his eyes closed. Afterwards, he opened them, looking to Austin. He pursed his lips, forcing his lips into a small smile. -
i had six goldfish and like four died so i poured orange juice in with the last two and they f---IN sURVIVED a whole week
"I'm really sorry, honestly. That sounds horrible and it sucks that you had to go through all that." He rested his elbows on the table, setting his head in his hands. "Have you gotten used to the schedule here yet? I know it was confusing for me when I started out." The teen observed the other, noticing the smile. He decided to be polite and give a quick, flashy grin directly back to him. As he did so, a familiar voice whispered, "See ya later, hot-head." He looked to see Jorge rushing off with smooth actions. He grunted, looking back to Vincent. -
why would you even do that mayne
Vincent didn't even bother to ask what that was all about. He figured it was probably nothing to worry about, even though he probably would worry about it later. "Uh, no not really. I'll live though." He answered, tapping his fingers on the table. His anxiety was setting in, but only minorly. Due to what had just happened, he had become rather confused, but he had a good handle on the worry. 'It's nothing, Vincent. No need to worry." He forced a small smile. -
i wanted to see what would happen
Austin shrugged."I understand." He looked on until he saw Jorge leave entirely. He then took his chance to give a quick warning. "Don't mind that s---head if he ever talks to you. He just loves to get underneath everyone else's skin and he's just," he clenched his jaw in a small burst of upset. "He's just an assole. And excuse my potty mouth, I'm not very good at refraining from cursing." He cracked his knuckles, resting his hands back on the table and giving a mighty yawn. An amusing thing about Austin waa specifically the way that he yawned; his mouth going wide and his eyes squeezing shut like there were dangerous things floating around him. Once he was finished, he'd shake his head and recollect himself. -
well then
"You don't have to keep yourself from swearing around me." Vincent told him, rolling his eyes. "I'm seventeen, not seven." Vincent smirked slightly, reaching his hands into his own lap to tap his fingers on his thighs. Vincent ignored the other male's comment about the other male. Vincent generally minded to himself, and never really had an issue with other people. Vincent had been bullied for shaking and being so shy, so he never really went to school as it was. He wanted an education, but frankly, hated the drama and other people. 'When I turn eighteen,' He thought, 'I'll take online classes and get my highschool diploma.' Vincent didn't want to just sit around all his life, as it was, he preferred to do something worthwhile. Vincent didn't want to be another nobody with a mental disease, he wanted to mean something. Whether it was to one person or a thousand. It didn't matter to the seventeen year old. -
whell
Austin laughed at this statement. "Fantastic." He thought back to the attack that Jorge had mentioned, and how he had come to to fully know what had happened. It had been a group counseling day and for some reason, Austin had been noticeably more comfortable with spilling information about himself. The therapist assumed it was due to his medication and how it had taken effect on that specific day. The aforementioned attack had been on what was supposed to be a very calm, collected day. It had been drizzling outside, but the sun had peeked from behind a cloud, causing a wonderful rainbow to make it's mark in the sky. He had been inside of his bedroom, crafting yet another Co2 racecar model. This edition was sleek and speedy like any good model was. His attention to detail with that particular creation was the most prominent aspect of the small-scale vehicle. He had set the work down to make himself a meal for lunch. He made his way into the kitchen to find his mother silently preparing herself a salad. He attempted to strike a conversation with her, but she all and all shushed and shooed him away. Youger Austin had taken offense, but nothing had been triggered right away, and so he stepped off to try with his older brother, Garrett. The older had been in his own room, and when Austin knocked, he was not accepted. This was the first tap at Austin's mind, causing him to storm back into the kitchen, where he began to yell nonsense. His mother had turned back to him, grabbing at him to try and sooth him. That was when he began to thrash at her and to hurt her. This was the part where Garrett came into the room to hold Austin off, bringing him to the floor and holding him close to himself. That was where anger turned to hysteria. Coming back to the present, shivers sent doen his spine. "I may have to go to my room soon." -
wheeeellll wheeeeee
Vincent nodded, yet again glancing around. He was calmer than usual, but still very jumpy. He heard some dishes being dropped in the kitchen, causing him to flinch. He blushed, hoping Austin didn't notice. Vincent was actually rather unsure of where he got his disorder from. Or why. It was likely triggered by the horrors of foster care, never being accepted and always abused. Vincent could hardly remember his first panic attack. It was fourth grade, he remembered that. He had made a friend that day, but later found that friend with the bullies. They were talking, and the "friend" he had made glared at him rudely. He became paranoid, scared silly of anyone looking at him. He had ran to the bathroom, people staring at him as he did so. He cried, shook and yelled. Eventually, the principle came and called his foster parents to take him home. A few days later he was taken away from them. That was the day he learned friends were dangerous, and that he himself would never have friends. -
weeeee woooo
Austin noticed the color come to Vincent's cheeks, and he found that to be quite the sight. He chuckled quietly, staring dreamily at the table. Shocked that he had managed to find someone with whom he could connect with, he sighed in joy. It was a change from his typical extreme loneliness from being confined to his room because whenever he did decide to go out, he was still all by himself. Now that he had some kind of a partner, he felt somewhat better. Austin clasped his hands together, lifting his head up to better focus on the boy at the other side of the table. His eyes were softer than usual, but it wasn't because of a happy feeling. It was more so a mix between memory and depression, but he pushed for a smile so that the other didn't worry, which he already seemed to do a lot of. "Do you like any outdoor activities?" -
sooo whats up
"No, not really." Vincent admitted, smirking a little. He had once wanted to be a swimmer, but had nearly drowned when he jumped in. "I tried to swim once, in fifth grade." He bit his lip, shaking his head. "Didn't go well. I had to doggie paddle to the pool side. Never again, man." Vincent had to laugh at these experiences that caused him to be so fearful. "I jumped in and I almost drowned, I didn't think I'd be able to get back to air." He chuckled, although he was still afraid of water. Vincent was, in no way, a sports fan or an athletic person. He preferred to read and write, things that could be done quietly, with little to no danger. Vincent, being very self expressive, did all of these things.
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