I’m carving words in my arms, baby[;;Open]

[maxiecat]

Dave sighed. At least Claudias wasn't angry. He made one last attempt at getting the boy to understand. "Claudias, when someone tries really hard to be perfect... people think that they look... silly. And when you try to be perfect, it's almost..." Dave just couldn't say it, looking at the balding rat child, he just couldn't say it to his face that if he tried to be perfect, he'd never reach it. He wasn't that heartless. Biting his lip in frustration, Dave looked at his watch. Had he really been here for a full hour? It felt like ten minutes. The talk with Claudias alone had added things to his to do list.

• calm down
  
• sleep
  
• go to work!
  

It was simple enough, but if he was going to get a decent amount of sleep, he had to go now. Or he could risk going back to work exhausted, which would mean going to school tired later... He just couldn't do that. He glanced nervously down at the boy that reminded him so much of Jake, yet terrified him so much more. Typical of Dave to leave just when he was getting to like the kid. He groaned, putting a hand to his forehead and sinking down to the floor. Really, it was from exasperation, but maybe Claudias would think he had a stomachache or something. "Listen, Claudias. The doctors want you to stop trying to be perfect." he said harshly. David winced. He hadn't meant for it to come out that way at all. "It's a worthy goal, trying to be perfect, but that's not what the people here want, okay? If you don't stop trying to lose weight, they won't let you out. So if you want to be let out... just try a little less." He said, the last part almost inaudible. Poor kid. He hadn't meant to upset him. Dave slumped over, resting his head on his knees. Sleep would be nice, but he couldn't sleep here. "Hmph."

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

Claudias looked at him. Silly? He isn't silly. This is serious. The boy crossed his arms, and looked at David, he looked like a pissed off fifth grader. "I'm not silly"He muttered, looking away, defiently helping him look younger. He didn't understand this.

Claudias sat down next to David, leaned on him. He felt safe. David did. Safe. Maybe it was his age, more then likely. Claudias always felt safist around older people. It's the polar oppisit for many people, but maybe he was looking for a father-figure, maybe he had some Daddy fetish. Claudias blinked. His harsh words. They...They sounded like Richard. Richard always told him things in that tone. He nodded his head. Listened.
"I can't not try" Claudias said, looking at his knees, then back to Dave, he was warm. CLaudias was cold, always cold, he scooted as close as he could get without getting into the man's lap. Warmth. "I have to try! I promised! She said 'Always try to be prefect, now promise mommy' So I promised"He explained, as if a promise made from a seven year old mattered still "So, I have to be prefect."He nodded.

He can't stop trying to lose weight. Then no one will love him. He licked his lower lip, confused. "But...if I...stop....and I gain"He started to say, thinking as he spoke "..Then..they won;t like me..and.... then they won't see me..or want to be around me."He said, his voice unsure and wavering. Looking at David. "..I have to follow my plan"He said, nodding his head. "I have a plan. I have to follow it. It's my life plan"He explained "See, I get out of here, become prefect, get married, in new York cause I'm gay, then get a job, and have the prefect life" He said, going over his plan step by step. He fixed his hoodie. It was just what he wanted. He
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[maxiecat]

If David was surprised when Claudias sat down next to him, he must have thought he was having a hallucination when the boy leaned against him, but he didn't question it. Were hallucinations contagious? He didn't think so, so the child must actually be leaning on him. He had ignored the boy when he said that he wasn't silly, he was getting used to the defiant attitude. David couldn't take the sympathy off his face when Claudias began explaining about the promise he made when he was a child, but he also couldn't explain that his dedication to the 'promise' was probably the reason he was locked up in Lucid Manor, the hellhole they were both currently sitting in. So he just stayed silent, like he always did. In fact, the amount of little speeches he had made in the boy's presence was shocking, could even be considered a miracle. Maybe Lucid Manor was helping cure Dave, too.

Dave looked up briefly from his knee-refuge. His most certainly couldn't convince Claudias that it was okay to gain weight, but he could try to convince him to stop losing it. "That's some pretty messed up math," he said, laughing silently. "Stopping doesn't mean that you'll gain weight, you can just stay at the weight you are right now, and it might even convince the doctors to let you out faster. If you lose more weight they'll just keep you here longer." Dave didn't know why Claudias had reacted positively to the harsh tone he had accidentally used earlier, but his brain was too guilty to use it again. His tone was more neutral now, leaning on the kind side. "Your plan sounds really good, but let's start with step one. First you have to get out of here, and they won't let you do that if you keep losing weight. So how about you just stay at this weight for a while, and see if anything gets better?" Dave blinked about the comment about NY and the child being gay. He hadn't be keeping up on world news so much anymore. "Good for New York!" he said, smiling. "Maybe I'll have to get married there too."

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He blinked. , still against the man, it took all his effort not just cuddle up and worm his way into that warmth. "Your warm"He muttered, not really noticing how truly creepy he just sounded. It was the truth! Claudias was blunt about his truths. Dave was really warm. Claudias liked it, it was soothing, almost like being home, or out with Richard, just sitting, talking, cuddles. Yup, just like Richard, okay..they didn't just cuddle, but thinking about that made the sixteen year old flush a deep red, which he did.

He listened to Dave speak. Was it messed up? If he didn't lose weight, he could just stay at...90? 90 isn't safe, cause then you'd have to eat, and up goes the weight, and take those pills that he read about that help you gain weight, then you aren't running and doing about 200 curl ups, more weight. This man was lying. He had to be. "No"He said "I can't be 90."He said. "90 is too much. I am like midget Godzilla"He said, looking at himself. He hated it. He saw nothing good in his general appearance. He hated his mouth, his hair, his silly shortness, how he looked childlike all the time. It was all bad.

He blinked, the panic had worn off, and it had worn him out. Being panicky and nervous sure does take a lot out of a person. He yawned and kept his head on David's arm. "Guess what"He said, deciding they had spent too much time on his weight. He didn't want to keep talking about it. Time to change topics.
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[maxiecat]

Dave froze when Claudias actually started snuggling. Yep, he was sure of it now, hallucinations were contagious and he had probably caught one from a patient that he had walked by, causing him to believe that the child was snuggling up to him. He really wasn't, Dave really was sure about that, and he ignored the hallucination with the best of his ability. Claudias was probably still standing up, so Dave looked at the wall across from him, ignoring the fakeness that was pressing into his arm.

He bit his lip again, thinking. The boy was only 90 pounds? Dave could do that math in his head, and he was at least thirty pounds underweight for a healthy child his age and height. This was worse than he thought. "If 90's too much, how about 89?" he said, teasing a bit. He felt horrible about it, but he had to get more serious. No wonder he was in Lucid Manor, this kid was going to die if he kept going at his pace. David, his guilt nagging loudly, adopted the tone the boy had reacted best to; the accidentally harsh one. Tacking on accidentally before it just made him feel better. "Claudias, have you seen many other boys your height? All the other boys look really healthy, and you'll notice that they aren't locked up here. All those other boys are much heavier than you. The doctors just want you to be like the others, that's what'll get you out of this hellhole, do you understand?"

Dave. Felt. Like. Crying.

He had never been this mean in his entire life. "What?" he asked, almost choking on his own words. Subject change, yes, subject change.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He stayed still. So warm. Shall never move away again. "Dave,, your comfy"He said, closing his eyes, not falling asleep, but geting sleepy. He sighed, warm was good. It was always so cold. He was forever cold. He assumed it was because e was just weird. It was his E.D. It made him cold. The hoodie did little to keep the boy warm. He yawned.

He blinked. That voice. He loved that tone. That harsh tone, he responded so well to it. He sat up, a little straighter. He didn't look.. normal? He looked bad. Bad. Ugly. He knew that. He didn't need Dave to tell him that. He got a look of steel. "I don't need some intern to tell me I look like I fell from the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down then a laperchoun came out and beat with the ugly stick"He said, pouting, still using Dave as his heat source. He burred his face into the man's shoulder, since he hadn't gotten pushed away, yet, Claudias assumes that the man doesn't mind them touching. He hid his face from the world.

What was he going to tell Dave? He blinked, which was hard seeing as his face was currently hidden. He sighed and looked up "I'm not really sure, I wanted to change topics but I forgot what i was going to say"He explained "I like coconuts" He told the man, looking at him, this close up was funny. He could count the wrinkles he gets when his facial expressions changed. So far he got six from two expressions. He missed math.
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WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
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LYRICS: Jay Brannan
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[maxiecat]

Dave cringed when the child staring raging at him. He swore that he would never be that mean again, never. He stood up abruptly, pushing Claudias off. As he couldn't see any other children around, he had finally come to admit that this was the real thing. "Claudias... if you don't want help, you'll just... have to stay in here" he said, almost choking a few times. He felt dirty and tired. He should go take a shower and a nap, that would fix everything, and by the time he was done with work and school and everything he would be able he find Claudias again and... no, the boy just didn't want to be helped. Dave could see that. There was a reason he was in an insane asylum. Dave felt so guilty. And tired. So tired that he was about to fall asleep on his feet. He staggered, leaning against the blindingly white wall for support. His cheeks were wet, but Dave didn't pay any attention, and just let the floor get wet too. Someone would clean it up later, he was sure.

Maybe he just wasn't fit to be here.

Maybe there was actually a reason the doctors had told Dave not to talk to the patients.

Dave swallowed. So tired, so fucking tired. "Listen, Claudias," he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I'm sorry for what I said, I'm a complete idiot and I feel horrible for it. I'm going to leave now, okay?" His voice was barely above a whisper. He just couldn't do this anymore. He was going home, he was taking a shower, he was going to sleep, and he would forget about this whole thing. The tears had finally stopped.

notes i'm sorry, i'm so sorry! dave just had a do not want moment, i couldn't stop him! unless you come up with the best reason in the world for him to stay, this will be his last post for the thread D;
theme song don't bother - shakira

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He blinked as he was pushed off. He looked at the man, and stood up. Stay here? He didn't want to stay here. He needed to get out. He just didn't need to be here. He was completely sane. There was no reason he should be here. Geeze. He was fine. Dave was just over-reacting. He was too worried. Everyone was, He wasn't like going to die or something.

Claudias blinked. Why was he crying? What happened? "David?"He asked, standing up, reaching out to the man "What's wrong?"He asked "Why are you upset?"He added, frowning. "What did I do?" He added, he didn't want Dave to be sad! That was not part of his plain!

Worry crossed his face. He made the intern cry! He ruined it! How was David suppose to like him now?? "I just wanted you to like me!"He added, worry filled his voice, worry and sadness. He ruined it. Again. The first person to really take interest in him. This wasn't fair! He wanted David to like him. He frowned "Please, don't be mad at me, David!"He added. This was like when Richard broke up with him. He just walked away. "Don't go"He added, he reached out for the man again. He didn't want to be alone. Not again. They shouldn't stop talking like this! It's not right! "NoNoNo"He shook his head "You can't leave!"He added, "It's not..right!"He looked at Dave "...Don't walk away!"He added, panic flooded his eyes,"Please? Please, Ri-David!"He said, nearly slipping up names. He was going to fight this. He let Richard walk. Not Dave. never again. No one would ever walk away from him again. "Are you mad? Please don't be mad! I know, i'm annoying and childish and wierd and...and off... but, please don't go! We have to go as friends! Not like..this"He rambled, his heart pounding in his ears, he couldn't let him just...go.
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[maxiecat]

And now they were staring again. Silly tears. He felt so horrible, have hurt the boy's feelings like this. He blinked slowly, wiping the away the wetness on his cheeks with the back of his hand. Crying just made him more tired. Ok, ok, he was staying long enough for Claudias to be happy again, then he would go home and get some sleep. That was his perfect little plan, and his tired arse thought that it rivaled the child's in simplicity. Certainly, it would be easier to complete. "I'm sorry, Claudias," he said, laughing weakly. "I'm not mad. It's just my turn to be silly. I guess I just don't react well to people yelling, even after all these years." Claudias may not know what exactly Dave was talking about, but he was reffering to way back then, in highschool. Vincent, the cliché 'you're breaking up with me?', the tears, the yelling, more tears... Hah. It still made his chest hurt to think about it. He laughed again, a watery laugh that sounded pathetic even to his own ears. But who was Ri...? He opened one eye and looked at the child. "Who...?" The question trailed off, Dave didn't want to upset the boy any more. Ugh, he felt like a mealworm. He felt pathethic, just like his laugh. He probably looked pathetic, too, leaning against the wall with his hand on his head to stop the throbbing. He was like a ten year old, crying then getting a headache one he had stopped.

"Claudias, I won't go until you want me to, but I'm tired as hell, and I have school tomorrow and work to do tonight." he said irritably. It was as close as he was going to get to admitting that he just wanted to be rid of the boy. They could be friends some other time, Dave was still embarrassed that a child had made him cry like a baby.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He sniffed, looking at David. He looked as bad as him. Claudias laughed dryly, "We're a pair, huh?"He said, softly, rubbing his nose on his jacket sleeve. He breathed in. Squared his shoulders. "Sorry"He said, looking at the ground.

He looked at him. He wasn't mad, oh that was great. He smiled, nodded his hhead. He hates yelling too. It wasn't good. He never wanted to yell. He was embrassed he reacted that way. He gulped and looked at Dave. He looked away. There wasn't much to say. "He was an ex"He told David, looking at him. He didn't want to tell the whole story, not yet.It was his memory, he wanted it all to himself. He felt so exposed and raw right now if Dave wanted him to tell why, all he;d have to do is ask. Claudias scuffed the floor with his shoes, he chewed on his lip.

He looked up "Oh, then you should go. I should go to my room anyways"He said, sending an empty smile to his face, the light of the smile didn't reach his eyes. Fake smiles all around. He looked at his shoes, one last time, up at Dave "Are we friends?"He asked, wanting to know before the man left. "I want us to be friends. maybe we can hang out again? Maybe stick to happy topics like coconuts and puppies?"He offered. He loved coconuts, the one food he could eat till the cows came home. When he lived at home, he ate coconut nearly every day, of course on bad days he didn't, and on really bad days, he ate everything. But on normal days, coconut for breakfast. They made him happy. Strange child
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[maxiecat]

Dave froze when the boy said that they were a 'pair'. What had he meant by that? The child was, after all, around the age that students started taking dating seriously. But Dave was a full eight years older than him. Claudias probably hadn't meant anything by it, then. But was thinking that he had meant something perverted? Was Dave a pervert? He was, after all, having mildly romantic though about someone, who, when Dave was entering third grade, would have just been born. Wasn't that considered perverted by the general public? Dave was disgusted with himself, especially after the boy apologized, making it clear that he hadn't really meant anything. "It's fine, it's fine.." Dave mumbled, feeling his face flush. "Just a slip of the tongue..."

Truthfully, Dave didn't want to know anything more about this 'Ri', the boy's supposed ex. He felt that it wasn't good to pry too far into the love lives of others, especially others so young. If anyone had asked Dave about Vincent, or even Jake, Dave would probably burst into tears again. He assumed that it was the same for others, just on a smaller scale. And, really, though it made Dave even more ashamed of himself, he was a little angry to think that anyone would break up with Claudias. The child always seemed to mean well.

Dave blinked, surprised and more than gently tugged from his world of petty little thoughts. He was glad for a distraction. "Yeah... friends." he said. His smile was more real that the boy's was, but it was still extremely forced. It looked like something was holding up the ends of his mouth with string. "Puppies and coconuts... sounds nice. Would you believe me if I said I've never had a coconut before?" Dave hadn't had a puppy either. It was all kittens for him. Kittens and... pears. Dave liked pears.

notes ...pears....i dunno where that came from

words long enough...

more notes... lol dave, you perverted bastard! >:I

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

He laughed, Dave's face. Dave had an amazing face. It was always so full of emotion, he was like a tv screen. When he thought, his face would change with it. Claudias watched his brain work out all the things that had happened.

He closed his eyes, breathed in, opened them at looked at Dave. Friends. Claudias likes friends. He wants friends. He chewed his oversized lip and thought. Maybe Dave was only saying they were friends because Claudias was so upset. WHat if he was lying. What if he never really wanted to be near claudias again? His breath hitched as he thought. He looked at Dave. "C-Can I..."He paused and shook his head, again. Asking for a hug is dumb. He's not a five year old, that half-way robotic smile was on "Nevermind"He said and scuffed at the ground again. He chewed. His stomach spoke..loudly. The boy flushed red "S-Sorry"He said, looking up at Dave.

"You've never had a coconut!?"He gasped "They're my favorite food!"He added "How can you not ever had one!"He was shocked, and really trying to cover up the fact his stomach just spoke. "They're soo good!"He added. The boy nodded his head. "I need to see if I can get one! Then we can hang out and eat one together"He said, with a laugh. "I really like the milk"He added "It's really sweet and smooth"He added "Not like real milk. Real milk is gross"He added. He looked at his feet. Coconut milk brought up a rather . . .interesting mental image in the sixteen year old male's mind. His face turned red, ears and all. Nope. No eye contact. No sir. He peeked up at Dave, the image just got worse. He looked down, ashamed of his own thoughts. The man didn't have any interest in him like that! Claudias chastised himself.
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NOTES: Sosososososooooo sorry it took me this long! Work has been crazy and I've been crazy stressed
WORDS: I wrote a good amount of words.
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TAGGED: Davie!~

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[maxiecat]

Dave had always been an open book. Whatever he was feeling at the moment was utterly and pathetically obvious on his face, and he had never liked it. Some people had found it cute, but Dave just... Dave thought it was stupid, that was all. He was in the kind of mood that it was horribly easy to say bad things about himself. But at the same time, he was happy that Claudias wasn't yelling anymore. When he yelled, Dave just got scared out of his mind. he was like that when anyone yelled, but Claudias was a patient at an insane asylum, albeit a low profile, so it was even more scary. Dammit, Dave was just glad he looked happy again. Though he started to get worried again when the boy started talking. It wasn't just he talking, it was the words that floated out of the boy's mouth. And the way Dave liked the kid's mouth made him scared. Shit, he wasn't a pervert, he wasn't! But all his thoughts were pointing towards the fact that he was. Urgh. But eventually, he had to respond.

"Can you what...?" he asked, blinking in surprise. It didn't seem like Claudias to ask anything of him, though he had only known the low profile patient for about an hour, he still felt like he knew him pretty well. At least, he knew that he liked coconuts. That was something, right? "...You can ask, you know." he was a little worried about what the kid was going to ask, but, like, it couldn't be anything bad, right? Right. Dave assured himself with the fact that it couldn't be anything bad. The kid wasn't nasty-minded or anything, and probably wasn't planning on killing himself or Dave. He hoped. "No, I've never had a coconut," he said, shaking his head. It was true. He shifted a bit on his feet, thinking that there were probably no coconuts here in Lucid Manor. "Yeah... sounds fun." The coconut milk comment didn't even affect Dave, so skilled he was at pushing away his self-proclaimed 'perverted' thoughts.

[tuxedo]

hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
I need the touch of a hand !

Claudias blinked. He wanted to get to know Dave, more. But why would a man like him want a boy like Claudias? It made no sense to the boy. He rolled his shoulders, he rubbed his fingers together, nervous habit. He didn't want Dave to leave, but he knew Dave needed to sleep for school. He pouted, thinking. He blinked. Ask. He should ask. But it's such an awkward question! His insides wailed for him to ask, but his brain said no. "Can..I..haveahug?"He asked, his ears red like his hair,he rushed over his words.

The boy couldn't bring himself to look up from his black toms. He looked at the ground.He was dumb. He was so dumb, asking a person he barely met for a hug! He couldn't help it, hugs are important. Anyways, why would someone want to hug him? He was short, ugly, awkward face. He looked special when he smiles. he rubbed his nose. He needed a hug. Hugs are important. They show you care, right? Richard said so. Hugs are important.You hug after fights. It makes it better. Hug. He looked at David shyly, he blinked and bit into his lip, hoping that Dave wouldn't think he was some weird touchy-feely freak. He also hoped Dave would be all "OMG.CREEP! I DONT WANT TO TOUCH YOUUUU" But Claudias was prepared for that. He curled his toes in his shoes. Waiting was horrid, he almost forgot that they were talking about his favorite food. He nodded "They're good"He said, absent-mindlessly.His brain was more focused on trying to get a hug, and freaking out now that he asked. Oh goodness. This was nerve racking. Why did he ask? Why? Oh right, cause he's dumb.
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[maxiecat]

It wasn't like Dave was being overly emotional or anything. No, breaking down and crying just said that he was tired... right? Well, whatever was wrong with him, he didn't see anything wrong with the kid asking for a hug. No, he wasn't exactly sure that there was any logic behind the request... but oh well. David's eyes were rimmed with red, and his hair was in matted tangles, sticking up around his head like some sort of electric halo. He obviously wasn't looking his best, but he never looked really good. Ever. He didn't even own a suit, just wore t-shirts and slightly dressy pants to work here. It was kind of sad how unprofessional he was, really. But honestly, it didn't seem like Claudias minded, and Dave was really grateful for that. Though he didn't see anything wrong with the boy asking for a hug... Dave hesitated. His cheeks were a dull red, and he was obviously blushing at the odd situation he had landed himself in. Well, it was his fault for saying the kid could ask the question in the first place.

"Um... okay..." he said slowly, watching the kid nervously. Dave didn't go around hugging people in general, and especially not kids that were about eight years younger than him. Oh god, was he really a pervert? At least he was out of tears by now, and couldn't break down again because of some word he had somehow managed to label himself with. God, pervert was such a nasty word. It was only a bit better than child molester, and hell, though he hadn't even touched the kid, he found that the word itself was somewhat relevant to him, in his sleepy mind. He wanted to leave and go home, already! Why couldn't he do that? Well, he could. He could turn and leave right now; stumble to the front door, grab his car, and drive off into town where his family lived for a few short hours of sleep before school in the morning. Hell, he didn't like this, but he had promised the kid a hug, and David didn't go back on his promises.

He sighed, leaning forward to wrap the kid in a loose hug. Well, hell, this was awkward, and it became even more so when Dave realized that he liked the physical contact. Oh god... this was so embarrassing. So goddamn embarrassing.

notes I'm so sorry it took so long DX But I got it up! Like, finally.