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#2015-03-16 16:33:41, as written by usernamesareadrag

(I do apologize for the length or lack thereof- I just didn't want to inflict any more waiting/Silas's insanity on anyone than I already had to.)

For a moment Silas froze, a perfect statue with a pasted on grin, clasped hands, and wide, wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi truck. It was almost like he was short-circuiting, a temporary “blue screen of death” taking over his mind. The only movement near his body was a single sweat droplet casually meandering down his neck and below his collar. Even his breathing stopped, chest still pushed out from a sudden inhale, oxygen trapped in his lungs. Another tour guide. He would be getting another tour guide, apparently, and it was his second least favorite person he'd met here so far (Madison still had the number one spot if only because her insults were more direct and creative). Oh, dear.

In times of panic, intense like life or death or less so like traveling the inescapable maze of social interactions that was life, Silas would prefer to be optimistic. A life of optimism had served him well growing up, had allowed him to survive some very gloomy situations, and Auntie Lavinia always seemed so terribly distressed when he seemed sad. It was just that, well, he’d had a very stressful day up until now. He'd been collected and taken from the only home and family he'd ever known, he'd been used as a metaphorical chew toy by the first person he'd asked for help, he'd succeeded in alienating or begin ignored by almost everyone he'd met so far, his roommate had burned their curtains and then abandoned him in a room full of strangers, and his one escape from a plan of enforced solitude with the only truly friendly person he'd met so far had now been intruded upon. So, yes, it took a moment for his optimism to kick in today. However, when it did, it kicked in with a gusto.

No, no need to worry, said the very same part of him that had kept him sane for so many years. He was sure that his new schoolmate only had the best of intentions. Haha, the joke was done, the (what he was still pretty sure was)hazing was done, and now Aden wanted to extend the proverbial olive branch by co-guiding his tour with Kyle. This would be a truly lovely bonding experience, and he would surely come out of it with a better understanding of both young men as well as, dare he hope, new friends. Yes, only good could come from this.

Silas didn’t really believe all that, not for a minute- he was optimistic not stupid. But it was a nice fantasy to cling to as a coping mechanism as he returned to the world of the waking, brain and body coming back online.

“Of course,” he said, dipping into his dwindling enthusiasm reserves. “The more the merrier, I always say. Shall we go, then?”

The statuesque moment had lasted around a second and was now casually swept away with a bobbing nod and a blessed return to breathing.

Snippet #2594111

located in New Orleans, Louisiana, a part of The Witching Hr, one of the many universes on RPG.

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