LOCATION: their shared dorm room thing, aha – WITH: junie:3 and zodiac. obviously. ( @cloyingblccd )
it's easier to pretend like this entire thing doesn't have bryce like a live wire — maybe, if anything, he knows that it's only temporary. maybe thinking about that eough will help them calm down. xanax is his next and last resort, and they know that cbd or thc or whatever the fuck all that is does nothing but create more chaos. it's hell on earth and he's glad zodiac has learned techniques of deep pressure for when he does spiral out of control. the dog sits on his bed now, off - work and oblivious in his slumber to his pal's plight, hands wringing as junie's back is to him — also oblivious, and he's thankful for that. “uh ---” it begins as it always does. hands close to his chest, an attempt to speak two languages at once. while not the best at keeping up with his mouth and his hands, they know that it's slowly becoming muscle memory. nearly a decade of learning and practicing and doing will do that to someone. “he won't bite, you know?” signing and talking, maybe a bit too quiet for most people. if this was in a more crowded space, bryce would be nothing but a whisper. sometimes they wonder if it's better to fade into obscurity — 2018 bryce would kill him for even thinking that and wonder why he's not putting on his cat in the hat hat for their production in ten minutes. “zodie, i mean.” obviously. “he's just working. and he won't chew on your stuff — he doesn't do that. and i got plenty of rawhides for when he's off the clock. though if you ever wanna buy him some …” this suggestion, as if junie has evevn the care in the world about bryce's dog and her forced - shared companion. “you can. jus' sayin'. my dad said he would mail a care package, though he'll probably forget.” he's been forgetting a lot of things lately.
