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Room 203, Friday Evening
Having returned from his trip to LA with Molly, Stark was now back in his room. Still wearing the hat Molly had convinced him to buy (he'd decided against an animal hat, eventually), he was currently sitting on his bed.
He'd had fun, in spite of himself, even with a silly hat. The hat had even, he thought, helped distract from the mask. Not that the mask itself had even been that unusual out there. He had seen a lot of costumes and masks while out doing "tourist-y" things. And they'd done a lot. There were the Tar Pits and the Zoo (which made him miss Creature Languages classes) and the Botanical Gardens (which had threatened to make him emo again) and the Walk of Fame (which was just names on a sidewalk to him, but the people there had been fun to watch) and Grauman's Chinese Theater. And one day had been spent almost entirely watching the Barry Plodder at Wizarding School movies, which he'd been told weren't even all out yet, Fandom time.
There had been plenty of things to do that allowed him to aggressively ignore his issues of the past few weeks. He would have to find a way to thank Molly properly for that, and for giving him a chance to get off the island.
Of course, now his distraction was over and he was back here, trying not to lose his hold on himself again.
[Door's shut, post is open, alien is less emo than last week but we'll see how long that lasts]
He'd had fun, in spite of himself, even with a silly hat. The hat had even, he thought, helped distract from the mask. Not that the mask itself had even been that unusual out there. He had seen a lot of costumes and masks while out doing "tourist-y" things. And they'd done a lot. There were the Tar Pits and the Zoo (which made him miss Creature Languages classes) and the Botanical Gardens (which had threatened to make him emo again) and the Walk of Fame (which was just names on a sidewalk to him, but the people there had been fun to watch) and Grauman's Chinese Theater. And one day had been spent almost entirely watching the Barry Plodder at Wizarding School movies, which he'd been told weren't even all out yet, Fandom time.
There had been plenty of things to do that allowed him to aggressively ignore his issues of the past few weeks. He would have to find a way to thank Molly properly for that, and for giving him a chance to get off the island.
Of course, now his distraction was over and he was back here, trying not to lose his hold on himself again.
[Door's shut, post is open, alien is less emo than last week but we'll see how long that lasts]
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Like he'd told Savannah earlier, he was tired of people leaving.
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Then, realizing how that sounded, Stark shook his head.
"I...I thought I could. But now I don't even know if I want to. I don't want to be there either. I just...don't know."
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"Because I don't want you to go?"
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Really, you'd think he'd have figured out alcohol as an alternative to thinking on his own. But no, he stuck with his old standbys of being crazy and meditating.
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See, he was all about encouraging Stark to branch out from being crazy and meditating.
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And Stark was appreciative of Anders's efforts. Really he was.
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"Drinking then."
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"Okay."
And he'd try not to need too much checking up on.
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Well, Anders would worry anyway.
"Hang in there, okay, man?" he said, getting up to let himself out.
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