Just-A-Stick

@Weaver of Lights

He showed her towards the back of the house and opened a door that led into a small neat bedroom. "Is this alright?" He asked quietly.

He shut the door quietly. "Can I show you to your room?"

@Part Of The Narrative in Blue “I’m a thirsty song writer.” “Because of course I need to have Hamilton in bed with me.” “Where is thou pork?” “Unfortunately, I don’t have ribs. I’m ribless!” “Can you tell I’m insane?” “I’m sO cOnFuSeD!” “A WOMAN?! Dam- daaangg…” “I don’t want your whole frickin’ life story!!!” “Pork chops with celery and almond salad…” “30 jUcIy pork chops recipes!” “I legitimately cannot.” “So I like… picked him up cause I was apparently strong, and like yeeted him into my arms then dumped him is someone’s lap.” “I’m talking to my cognitive shadows that are around me. I have three right now.” “Marry, Tam, and James. Those are my current cognitive shadows, guys.” “No, wait… it’s Ernie. James is the cousin. Marry, Tam, and Ernie.” “Ernie is… trying to manifest a shadow cookie.” “I’m not insane, guys!” “Just because I’m not as white as you, doesn’t mean I can’t be Elsa.” “Disclaimer: I may be high!” “Remember that time i died? It was really fun!” “To think i would have lived to see the day i got rizzed up by a ginger…” “I cannot count the number of people i have slept in the same bed as.” “You vile little mushroom killer!” “I made two shrooms last night but they’re both blind cuz my safety eyes didn’t get here yet” “Your octopus is still staring at me judgmentally!” “We love a man that’s gunned up” @SmilingPanda19 in Purple “Mmm! Inhaling smoke is so fun!” “Don’t mind me violently assaulting my phone…” “What if I just like… eat you?” “Munches on cat” “Stop shaking, I’m not actually going to eat you!” “I gotta go eat my cat for dinner!” “Two hits. I hit you, you hit the floor.”

They arrived at his house and he opened the door for her, holding it open and letting go of her arm.

He smiled softly, continuing to stroll down the street.

"Th-thank y-you." She scooted a tiny bit closer, leaning her head against [other person's] shoulder.

"Hello, this is Iris Winter, therapy services. How may I help you?"

You are a stalker. Short and... south American maybe?

"You guess? So much meaning behind a simple statement."

"A strange thing, music," He said, stopping his whistling, "Something that can be so happy, merry and bright, can also be so sad and haunting that it almost breaks your heart... And yet, we can't seem to live without it."

Jacin whistled a simple tune under his breath, trying not to worry about how he would help Freya.

"Thank you." He lead her out of the restaurant and down the street.

"Please let me know if you aren't or start feeling strangely." He smiled down at her gently, tucking her hand against his side as a proper gentleman would.

He let go as soon as she was standing, but offered her his arm. "Are you okay to walk the whole way there?" He asked her quietly.

"We... we'll figure something out. I promise." He stood and offered her his hand to help her to her feet.

He didn't seem to notice. "Would you like to go now so that we can get you all settled in?" He asked, paying the waiter for their meal.

"That's good." He relaxed slightly. "I understand if you don't want to stay with me."

"It it really?" He looked up at her.

"Yeah... But... well... I don't think I should. I still need to try and help you." He mused out loud, rubbing one finger over the smooth grain in the wood. "I'm sorry for making everything awkward."

Jacin sighed again. "I... I should go." He said quietly, but he didn't move.