forum Family Dinners (10/10)

Started August 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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Min-Hyuk was actually surprised by Blake sitting by him, but he actually didn't mind. Though what's worse was that he was drawing Blake. Again, he draws everyone in the house and he had just gotten to Blake. He kept drawing hoping he would notice.

"Have you drawn everyone in the house?" Blake asked quietly, his right hand cracking his left's knuckles then alternating to the other hand. It wasn't like he didn't notice the other's drawing, if either in a depressive or hyper active episode, he always people watched.

"Um, no….."
He says rather quietly as he gives him a side glance. He wasn't wrong. He hadn't drawn everyone in the house. Just a few. But now that he had said that, Min-Hyuk wondered if that made him seem weird. For all he knows, he's only drawing Blake.
(Min-Hyuk doesn't know Blake watches him lol)

"They're very good." Blake muttered before turning back to watching Des get ready the food, while he wasn't looking, she had finished. Shit, now I have to ask Des exactly how long it took to make the food. He thought, pissed.

"Thank you….."
He mumbled rather quietly. He felt too exposed out here with everyone around him. He felt as if all eyes were on him. Though he knew they werent……or were they?
It wasn't like he was wearing anything very exposing. Just his normal hoodie, saying the words "fck off in bold words and his black skinny jeans. He was just fine with one on one conversations, and in fact he was quite good. And he quite liked it. He liked getting to know people. Though he always came off as rude. Which he definitely was.

Zane ignored the knocking, he was in his headspace and needed not to be disturbed. He also wanted to be the last to show up so he could set up some more problems. There was nothing to ever do in the house, and it wasn't like he could go out on his own. He always had to be supervised to make sure he wouldn't go into an episode of sorts. He looked at the door, imagining as if he was looking straight through it, or a spectator in the house. He started thinking about if he was like those spectators in Minecraft but in this world, going through walls and people. He looked into the dining room, seeing the chairs out of place before looking up to the clock on the east wall. The numbers were out of order and seemed swirled around as a small vortex appeared next to it. He then looked down to his hands and saw that his left had six fingers and his right had four and were blue. The change hurt his head any annoyed him. He started hitting his head so he would stop seeing the disfigurement and how everything wasn't the way it should be. Once he shook his head twice, he was looking back a the bleak white door.
Dinner. He remembered before opening the door and heading down the stairs.

Parisa was beginning to have second thoughts as she paced around Silas' bedroom. While she was all far meeting the new girl, was she ready to meet the other people in the house. She had never properly introduced herself to them and so didn't actually know if they knew of her existence or not.
"You're a strong girl, you can do it!" Gardenia tried to give Parisa encouragement, though it was difficult to do when she too was nervous.
"That's right, I'm strong. I can do this!" Parisa rubbed her hands together, straightening out her pendant, mustering a small, polite smile. Opening the door, she crept her way down the stairs and in the direction of voices. Silas' cheeks flushed a little as Parisa came into view of the people in the kitchen. What were their names again? She kind of just stood there, leaning on the door frame, waiting for someone to notice her— well, Silas.
This is going to be confusing…

Blake waved, he could tell someone was switched out who wasn't Silas. "Hello, dinner is almost ready if you want to help me set the tables?" He stood up, grabbing a few things of plastic silverware that was unlocked and some napkins.

"Of course, I'd love to!" Parisa smiled, approaching the boy. What was his name again?
He's Blake, right?
"Yeah, he's a nice one." Silas murmured, even though he didn't really know Blake all that well himself.

Blake smiled tiredly and handed her the napkins. He quickly made his way into the dining room, setting out the knives and forks with practiced speed. "What's your name? I don't know if I've met you yet."

Parisa began folding the napkins into birds, setting each of them down in front of a place setting. She suddenly stopped upon hearing Blake's question, a gentle, almost mischievous smile forming on her lips. "My name is Parisa, but keep that between us for now. How did you know it wasn't Silas?"

Cleo had lost interest in–well pretty much everything in the room, and that was never a good thing. She took out a sharpie and started doodling on her wrist to keep herself in the present. She always managed to in corporate her piercing into her doodle and right now it looked as if the rose she drew had a sparkling bug on it. Glancing up, Cleo saw that Blake and Silas were setting the table so she jumped off of her bar stool to collect cups. The sunny smile on her face was beautiful indeed, but her eyes always had an odd blankness to them. Slam the cups into the ground. Let everyone step on the glass and bleed everywhere. Cleo tapped her forehead with a near silent chuckle as another maldaptive thought made her freeze in place. Oops

"Your mannerisms are different, Silas usually keeps himself curled in whereas you float," Blake answered while making sure the forks where all set up symmetrically.

Zane had his whoopee cushion refilled and changed the seats around so the one with a cut that had enough space to put something in it was where the new girl would be sitting. He placed it in and concealed it as well as he could before sitting in his chair. He saw the napkin slightly crooked so he tried to fix it, moving the tablecloth with it. He groaned seeing it out of shape before pulling it to the correct position. 5 times. Once he was satisfied, he relaxed back into his chair and fiddled with his thumbs.

"Zane, fix it. Now." Blake said, he could see the tablecloth moving and it wasn't right. "Fix it, Zane!" His voice grew a bit more frantic, not notably so. Not unless you were a professional trained to detect when someone was having an episode. "Blake, Honey, It's alright. Zane will fix the table and put away his pranks, right Zane?" Des came out of the kitchen, a plate of chicken balanced in their hands.

(Huh? They/Them, sorry, I though I've been pretty good with them.)

(Oh whoops I read one of your posts wrong. Sorryyy)

Zane stared blankly towards Des and Blake, slowly growing irritated with the command. He lifted his hand and pulled the tablecloth, making it look askew, all while looking into their eyes. He then backed out of his chair and headed to his room without a word. He couldn't handle staying down there and even look at the unorganized table and started pacing around his room. Why didn't he just fix it? Now it was all crooked and the image of it in his head made him uncomfortable. He started pacing around his room, gripping his head, as his speed got faster and faster. He started banging his head on the wall, his voice increasing in volume as he repeated, "Why can't I be more like Xavier?"

Sam snatched the salad before anyone else could and followed Des into the dining room. She was in an unusually helpful mood and fuck anyone that tried to ruin it by grabbing the salad bowl before she did. She waited for them to set the chicken down so she could set the salad next to it. She sat on the other side of the table Zane was standing at, not in the mood to be pranked. Leaning her head on her right hand, she started playing with her fork with her other hand. Something was going on around her, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Her right leg started to bounce. She clenched her jaw in annoyance when Zane pulled on the tablecloth, jerking her forward slightly.