synopsis. his mind is quiet, now ; thoughts lulled calm after a storm --- and he can’t recall how long he’s been sitting at the foot of his mattress, tired eyes trained on the herringbone floor. a few hours ? minutes maybe ? it isn’t until the unfamiliar gong of the family clock chimes a seven from the other room that he realizes it’s only been maybe fifteen minutes since he’d excused himself early from the dinner table. from t h e i r dinner table. castor felt like a living doll, forced to play house within somebody else’s home since his own had disappeared. but he’d spent too many hours mourning over the absence of his parents, and he couldn’t cry anymore, even if he wanted to. it’s the shuffling of another that finally pulls his gaze from the hardwood, thumbs hooking around the fabric of his sleeves as he makes eye contact with his newfound housemate. ❝ hope i didn’t piss your parents off by skipping out on eating with him. ❞ its a h o l l o w apology, as he’s not really sorry for anything, lately. ❝ --- --- ‘preciate it and all. i’m just, ❞ the male stops, unsure how to finish his sentence, eventually concluding with a shrug of his shoulders. @outniced