forum "I'm used to being seen through but it feels so bad when it happens with you." // OxO // CLOSED! (Stalkers get ravioli)

Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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“You don’t know that,” he said wryly. “You didn’t know me alive, so you don’t get an opinion.”

"Well… People can change. I'm getting to know you now, right?" There was a hopeful gleam in Beckett's eyes, and he gave a soft smile.

“I suppose,” he sighed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

"H-huh? Like what?" He flicked his gaze away for a moment before turning to look back at Simon.

“Like you. . . I don’t know. I don’t know. Never mind.”

"Uh, a-alright…" Beckett hastily turned back to his book, not even sure what he was trying to hide. The TV grew silent for a moment before the noise returned. It must have started a new episode.

“What show is this?” he said, mostly just to fill up the silence.

"Parks and Rec! I've seen it a bunch of times." He smiled widely, turning his attention back to the show.

Simon’s lips turned upward. “What’s it about?”

"Oh, I assumed you already knew about it! The main character is trying to improve her town, but the town itself is kinda crappy. The show revolves around the characters in the Department of Parks and Recreation in their town and their lives in the weird political scene around them. I could probably rant about it for hours." He absolutely would've kept rambling on had he not looked back over and processed that Simon was still listening to him.

“I don’t sit with you and watch it,” Simon said after Beckett explained the show. “I like music more than TV.”

"Well I mean, it's a pretty popular show too." He smiled sheepishly. "Do… do you want to sit?" Beckett patted the couch cushion next to him invitingly.

“Since you asked so politely,” Simon said jokingly, but sat next to him, sitting crisscross applesauce.

Beckett adjusted his glasses with a soft smile. He slipped a bookmark into his book and set it on the the coffee table in front of him, focusing his attention on the TV.

He watched Beckett silently, trying to recall whst it was like to be a person.

Beckett didn't notice the other watching him, content to just stay curled up and laugh softly at the jokes made onscreen.

Simon sighed, then got up and wandered through the house, shaking out his hands. It was so weird to talk to someone. To interact with people.

God, it'd been a long day. Everything felt normal and fine, but Beckett still knew this was insane. Despite that so many horrifying things had happened today, he still found himself curling into the corner of the couch with a soft sigh, beginning to doze off. It wouldn't be the first night he slept on the sofa, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Simon sat on the kitchen floor, crossed his legs and settled in to watch Zelda mess around for. . . six hours. Until Beckett usually woke up. It was still boring, but much better than how it used to be, when Beckett hadn't moved in. Besides, he'd gotten used to it.

When Beckett eventually awoke, it was at 7:28 AM to cat feet on his chest. His glasses had fallen off at some point, and now laid on the floor just far enough away that he was pretty sure Zelda had batted them around at some point in the night. The sun streaming through the windows gave the room a soft orange hue, lighting the room beautifully. Or so Beckett would assume. He couldn't really see over Zelda, who was now spinning in slow circles as she tried to get comfortable. Eventually she settled on his chest, purring softly as Beckett pet her, content in how his morning was going so far.

Simon tipped his head, watching Zelda. "Good morning," He said mildly to Beckett. He laid on the linoleum and let his arms flop outward.

Beckett blinked owlishly at the other, grabbing his glasses and slipping them back onto his face. He'd half expected to wake up and find that he had imagined Simon and their interaction the night before, but there he was, sprawled out on the linoleum a few feet away. "Mm, g'morning. You don't have to lay on the floor, you know. It's uncomfortable and probably covered in cat hair."

"I'm noncorporeal. Cat hair isn't exactly concerning to me. And I always lay on the floor. You just couldn't see me."

"I-I forgot about that part," he mumbled. "You really just… lay on the floor all the time?" Beckett sat on the floor occasionally, but not constantly. That'd get uncomfortable after a while. Plus blankets and couches and beds were too comfy to resist. He'd expected that Simon would've sat on them too.

"It isn't like I have anything else to do. I can't really feel it anyway." Simon watched the ceiling with detached interest.