The youth are as confused as I am
WHO Devon, Sefton, Chivy
WHAT The initial meeting of Sefton and Devon
WHERE Devon's office, maybe elsewhere after.
WHEN Just after Sefton's rescue - July 2043
NOTES I should not be allowed to muck with other people's stuff XP
WARNINGS Devon's got odd thought patterns sometimes None, really
At first, Devon was content to sit behind his desk and bounce his little stress ball back and forth between his hands. That quickly became not enough to calm his nerves, and he had to grab a book of the shelf and try reading instead. No, still not calming enough, especially since he managed to misread "catalytic" as "captive" and that just made him angry all over again. He tried reorganizing his file folders, but that wasn't calming on a good day, so he discarded that idea and stood instead. Leaning against the wall wasn't enough either, and he began pacing. He told himself he wasn't going to pace, damn it. So much for that.
Every time he heard footsteps in the hall, he would poke his head out the door and hope to see this Sefton kid being escorted by some government official - some not-twisted government official, mind - but it never was. He wondered if he should walk down the hall, meet them halfway. No, he wasn't that impatient. He did also wonder if maybe something went wrong, but he'd been called and told that that wasn't the case and that they were on their way. So why was he so worked up?
He forced himself to sit down again, this time bouncing his stress ball off the wall and catching it repeatedly. He hadn't been this fidgety since waiting on the result of his general exam and defense, and it was a feeling he had not missed even one iota over the years.
WHAT The initial meeting of Sefton and Devon
WHERE Devon's office, maybe elsewhere after.
WHEN Just after Sefton's rescue - July 2043
NOTES I should not be allowed to muck with other people's stuff XP
WARNINGS Devon's got odd thought patterns sometimes None, really
At first, Devon was content to sit behind his desk and bounce his little stress ball back and forth between his hands. That quickly became not enough to calm his nerves, and he had to grab a book of the shelf and try reading instead. No, still not calming enough, especially since he managed to misread "catalytic" as "captive" and that just made him angry all over again. He tried reorganizing his file folders, but that wasn't calming on a good day, so he discarded that idea and stood instead. Leaning against the wall wasn't enough either, and he began pacing. He told himself he wasn't going to pace, damn it. So much for that.
Every time he heard footsteps in the hall, he would poke his head out the door and hope to see this Sefton kid being escorted by some government official - some not-twisted government official, mind - but it never was. He wondered if he should walk down the hall, meet them halfway. No, he wasn't that impatient. He did also wonder if maybe something went wrong, but he'd been called and told that that wasn't the case and that they were on their way. So why was he so worked up?
He forced himself to sit down again, this time bouncing his stress ball off the wall and catching it repeatedly. He hadn't been this fidgety since waiting on the result of his general exam and defense, and it was a feeling he had not missed even one iota over the years.