May 19th, midday / bottom of the Lair staircase / @chvriot
Walking. It was crazy how much normal people had to actually walk, all the doors that constantly stood in their way, all the stairs. Endless, stairs, up and down. He could shift, he normally did, but the truth was, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, was that he was scared.
Scared of it going wrong, of ending up in the wrong place, of everyone pointing at him and no longer needing him because what made him special to them and belong was no longer any good.
So he walked instead. Or rather, fell. He was heading down to the ground floor to search for Ziyu when his foot slipped on the staircase and he tripped head over heels, landing with a pained groan at the bottom. He was used to pain, various scars from animal bites and pranks gone wrong dotted across his body. Dana was used to seeing him at least once a week, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
He swore as he tried to push himself to his feet, before feeling one ankle collapse under the weight. Normally, he would just teleport himself back to the infirmary, but that was up the stairs and he could make it, couldn’t he?
He took one step before collapsing back down, cursing the pain. A litany of ever more creative swears dropped from his lips before he started to steel himself to just transport himself. He could do this. He would end up in the right place. It would be alright.
Just as he was about to go, he heard footsteps in the lobby behind him, and he spun before a part of him shriveled up at the sight of Nadine. Immediately the fear flooded back into him and he couldn’t center the image of the infirmary in his mind, and his mouth went dry.