@lcvewell
rain took a long, slow sip of his hot chocolate as the toys onscreen watched andy drive off to college. college. rain supposed that that itself was pretty sad, but he never expected that thinking about it in the point of view of toys who were getting left behind would be even sadder. what was wrong with these animation studios? why would they remind him of all the animals he left behind at the farm and all the different places they probably went to, never able to see him or each other again--
he surprised himself when he tasted salt, realizing only then that some tears had escaped his eyes and rolled all the way down to where he was drinking from the mug. trying to keep the rest of them at bay was starting to take its toll; the hot chocolate made him want to relax, to sit at ease, but the voice shouting at him that you’re still in the diner! people can see you! keep it together! wedged a lump in his throat from the effort of holding back the rest of his tears. oh, he hated pixar. he wasn’t going to watch the rest of these “toy stories” anymore.
he set his mug down as the laptop screen faded to black, but before the credits began rolling up, he caught a glimpse of movement behind him in the screen reflection. rain straightened in the booth immediately, his hands flying up to wipe his face dry. “i'm sorry, is-- was the volume too loud? i tried to keep it low.”
