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Started November 02, 2018 by Deleted user

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Met shuffled into the room and neatly shut the door with a nervous pair of large, pale hands. He turned again and stood near the door, rocking on his feet as he looked around.

"Your room would be down the short hall to the left," Andre said cheerfully, already moving on to prepare the two of them lunch. Pausing a moment, he thought it would be a good idea to ask about more of Met's likes and dislikes.
"Anything in particular that you enjoy eating?"

Met looked at Andre nervously as the adult spoke. He shook his head and nuzzled closed into his scarf, scooting across the room and to the hall.

Watching Met scurry, off, Andre decided to make basic sandwiches on the rolls he had purchased from the bakery just yesterday.

Met nosed into his room, peeking around the door. He slowly walked in, jumping at the door creaking on the hinges, actuely aware of everything around him. Were the shadows moving? They looked like they were moving.

Andre sighed to himself. He sure did hope Met would become comfortable in his home. It would make him all the more proud were he to be called dad eventually. If it happened or not, it didn't matter. There was a light clattering of plates as the adult pulled the plates off of the cabinet shelves. Placing each sandwich on their respective plate, he turned to also give each of them a cup of water. Wanting to give Met a few more minutes to look around, Andre placed each plate into the fridge.

Met walked slowly over to the moving shadows, reaching out for one of them. It didn’t jump out and consume his flesh like he expected it to. The shadows were his friends at this home. He wandered around the room for a bit, then slowly out into the kitchen, his icy blue eyes still wide.

Andre turned to speak with the male walking back into the room when he noticed his wide eyes. It was unexpected from the quiet boy and it began to make the adult worry.
"Is everything alright?" he questioned, voice making it extra obvious how concerned he was.

Met snuggled closer into the soft cloth of his scarf and nodded. He didn’t try to calm himself down, just tried to keep hold of himself. The shadows were everything. He didn’t have a reason to be afraid of them…

The adult seemed not to believe the other entirely, but turned to take out their lunch from the fridge anyways. Setting them gently on the counter, he turned to also grab other ingredients in case there was something Met specifically would want.

Met meandered over to the lunch, looking down at it. A pair of sandwiches.
“Do… do you have any pickles?” Met really enjoyed the sharp-smelling vegetable. It helped him focus.

Andre nodded, reaching for the jar that had a fair amount of said vegetable. Setting them on the table as well.

Met sat down at the table and grabbed the jar, hugging it close. He just kinda wanted a hug.

(Aweeee)
The adult chuckled slightly at the action. His mind reminded him about how adoptees usually felt. Appreciative, but lonely in a new place. Even surrounded by others. Not caring anymore, Andre came up behind Met and hugged him gently.
"Just a reminder that you aren't alone in this."

Met blinked up at Andre with confusion, shifting his grip on the jar. No adult has ever hugged him before. Not that he could remember.
“O-okay. Thank you.”

"It's no problem. You still seem a bit anxious so I thought I would remind you," the adult said, offering a light smile. Pulling away for a moment, Andre went to take his own lunch from the counter where he had placed it before getting Met his pickles. Sitting to the boy's left, he began to eat.

Met smiled weakly back and started to eat, numming into the sharp tasting pickles. He loved pickles. He always had them if it were an option.

(Do you wanna skip to his first day at school?)

Andre was already awake to ensure that Met would wake up on time. Not that he didn't trust him, he just wanted to be sure. Also he kind of wanted to see him off before leaving for his own job later on. Already having coffee made, he sipped on his cupful that was mixed with a touch of cream and sugar. Despite being black, he sure didn't like his drink that way.

Met hadn’t gone to sleep that night. Instead he had quietly talked with the shadows in his walls, asking for advice. He didn’t get much, but he knew his shadowy friends would be there for him. When the sun touched his pillow, he rose and quietly got dressed, deciding to wear his favorite blue and white-leaved scarf.

(Did his adoptive dad know, he would probably come in super concerned: MET PLEASE SLEEP, IT'S GOOD FOR YOU)

Once seeing the now familiar lanky form exit from the other bedroom, Andre wished his adopted son a good morning. It certainly wasn't all too bad weather wise. It would stay fairly warm, but with a slight breeze. It seemed Met appeared quite tired still. The adult was suspicious, but decided to let it go to benefit of the doubt that it was simply to do with anxiousness or the fact of waking up early.

(Awwwww)

Met smiled a bit and returned the greeting. He looked at the cup of coffee waiting for him and picked it up.
“What is this?”

"Coffee," Andre replied simply, taking a sip from his own mug. Afterwards, he made a comment about not knowing what he liked and gestured to the cream and sugar sitting out.

Met sniffled the coffee. It was strong and sharp on his nose. He took a sip anyway, only to recoil lightly against the powerful, sour taste of black coffee. He glanced at the cream and sugar and grabbed the thing of cream, unsurely putting a dalop of it in the cup.