02-04-2020, 09:08 AM
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The idle buzz of town activity was enough to interrupt his morose thoughts with a persistent pounding, just behind his eyes. He could remember some lonely paragraph in a sea of fuzzy words, detailing the symptoms of a migraine. Remedies were duly listed off as the next paragraph island, meaningless words he could only associate with cheery adverts for the fast-acting beneficial all-natural tablets of manufactured health, lining pharmaceutical shelves miles from the wilderness he resigned to. Tylenol, Advil, ibuprofen, Aspirin -- nonsensical syllables strung together yet all the same connected to pain relief. Colorful and happy people in memories of numbly watching a screen only made his mind ache more. Beck leaned against the wall of a partitioned yard, rubbing sorely in the gap between globe and socket as though massaging the pain away were viable. A sharp tsk slipped past pallid lips.
Voices perked his ears, prompting him to straighten while still heavily using the stone wall as a crutch. Paws pressed on its rough surface, splaying in search of stability as he shuffled his hindlegs closer to his upright body. Pinpointing the sleepy conversation to be sourced from around the corner, the poltergeist shifted to poke his head out to glimpse who spoke. Disappointment pulled the corner of his mouth down; why did that damned lion have to be everywhere? Were there multiple clones of him, conveniently inserted into every situation to taunt him? The boy forced his attention to the hot pink leopard crooning over her paw, split brow quirking in curiosity. A new person, at least to him. Hopefully, one who didn't know of his reputation as an unstable basketcase only deserving of pity and caution.
Beck shifted his weight uneasily. He could dare to approach and offer his concern, but then again... he rubbed uselessly at his forehead once more. What would Selby tell him to do? He flopped back, stubby tail twitching as he conjured up the image of the sawbone in his pained thoughts. Probably tell him to be social. With a quiet groan, his body sagged in defeat. Fine, whatever. The little poltergeist pushed back to stand, taking a shallow breath before limping towards the pair. Pointedly ignoring Aurum, he inched closer to view Feza's cradled paw. "Ouch," he murmured, a wheeze of rarely expressed sympathy, "You okay?" Glassy eyes flitted up to her unsurprisingly bright face, seeing past the glitter and rosettes to find that he was looking at himself. A lonely creature, deprived of affection to the point that she was likely desperate for any attention. Beck thickly swallowed. What was it she had been talking about before? He bit down on his lower lip, eventually opening his mouth once more, "...Can I see the caterpillars? I'll help get water for them if you want."
Voices perked his ears, prompting him to straighten while still heavily using the stone wall as a crutch. Paws pressed on its rough surface, splaying in search of stability as he shuffled his hindlegs closer to his upright body. Pinpointing the sleepy conversation to be sourced from around the corner, the poltergeist shifted to poke his head out to glimpse who spoke. Disappointment pulled the corner of his mouth down; why did that damned lion have to be everywhere? Were there multiple clones of him, conveniently inserted into every situation to taunt him? The boy forced his attention to the hot pink leopard crooning over her paw, split brow quirking in curiosity. A new person, at least to him. Hopefully, one who didn't know of his reputation as an unstable basketcase only deserving of pity and caution.
Beck shifted his weight uneasily. He could dare to approach and offer his concern, but then again... he rubbed uselessly at his forehead once more. What would Selby tell him to do? He flopped back, stubby tail twitching as he conjured up the image of the sawbone in his pained thoughts. Probably tell him to be social. With a quiet groan, his body sagged in defeat. Fine, whatever. The little poltergeist pushed back to stand, taking a shallow breath before limping towards the pair. Pointedly ignoring Aurum, he inched closer to view Feza's cradled paw. "Ouch," he murmured, a wheeze of rarely expressed sympathy, "You okay?" Glassy eyes flitted up to her unsurprisingly bright face, seeing past the glitter and rosettes to find that he was looking at himself. A lonely creature, deprived of affection to the point that she was likely desperate for any attention. Beck thickly swallowed. What was it she had been talking about before? He bit down on his lower lip, eventually opening his mouth once more, "...Can I see the caterpillars? I'll help get water for them if you want."