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Tim rested his chin on his knee, leaning in ever so slightly as he did. He liked hearing Sophia talk, it made him happy. It took his mind off of things, took him to a place where he could think calmly. He tried to imagine that place in his mind. Strangely, all he thought of was his apartment. He and Sophia were there, and they were sitting very close. Their hands were intertwined, like they had been before. He wondered why. These were not things he often thought about, and what they meant were not clear to him yet. But it made him happy. "I dunno, we could just talk some, I guess." He said, smiling a little again. "I mean, we only met, like, a week ago, and I dont know too much about you. I know you like video games and you always seem strangely and completely prepared for everything, but other than that, I know nothing."

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"Oh, gosh, it's absolutely no problem at all." Tim said, bringing his legs up to his chest, turning to face her on the couch. He smiled a little bit. "I mean, you didn't really need to go through all the trouble and stuff--this is, like, a full sized meal with everything attached-- but um... I never really get to eat good food with uh, cool people that I can talk to, so this was a good change for me." He stayed facing her, shrugging his shoulders a bit now. "Besides, if you hadn't forced me out of the house, what else would I have done? Probably just spend all day brooding in my too big, too clean apartment thinking about nightmares and coding things." he said, nodding slowly in agreement with himself after he finished talking. He bit his lip a bit. "I'd rather do stuff with you, anyway."

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Tim didn't eat good food too often, so having it right in front of him was probably one of the best things that had happened to him in five years. He made sure to get a rather large portion of everything, because not only was he incredibly hungry, but he was way too happy to not eat food right now. He turned to Sophia, smiled a bit, then answered. "Let's just go to the couch, it's comfier." He said, shrugging a bit as he picked up a spoon and a fork off of the counter.

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

Daniel watched the event play out in front of him, slightly confused. It had all happened so quickly, he didn't really have enough time to process everything that was going on before he realized that Yolanda was getting smashed across the face with one of the orderlies batons. He didn't necessarily react. His eyes kept that disinterested look, though his eyebrows were raised high on his forehead, an exaggerated frown on his face. But there was one thing that stood out to him. He tried his hardest not to notice that one of the creatures had decided to loom over Yolanda since they had entered the room. He tried not to notice that it was continually staring into her face, observing her expressions, observing her reactions to the conversation with some sort of childlike wonder and interest. When she got hit, she smashed into the ground hard. The creature stood over her. Daniel tried not to notice. But Yolanda noticed, and Daniel noticed her noticing. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open, she was about to fucking scream. She sat up, her eyelids fluttered, and she passed out. The creature, disinterested now that she was sleeping, just sort of... disappeared. The orderly held his jaw for a moment, anger still flaring up in his eyes. Then he looked to Daniel. For a moment, he thought he was going to get hit as well. "Take care of that." he said, before quickly walking away. Daniel lifted his arms, shaking his head a bit. He stood up, lifting Yolanda up so she was leaned against his side. He started moving her back to her room.

Eldrich Asylum [FauxBot & AllOurPrettySongs]

The creatures were upon them now, breathing in, breathing out, crawling all around them. It took everything Daniel could muster not to react visibly and violently. Instead, he just kept looking at Yolanda, trying to keep himself grounded by carrying out this conversation with her, not the monsters that were gently clawing along her back. "Ah, shit, it's different all the time." He said, scratching his head. "Usually sometime between 12:00 and 3:00." He looked down at his feet for a moment, biting his lip, focusing on everything but the darkness. He had to keep this conversation sounding sane.

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Once again, Tim was startled by her voice, but he obeyed, getting up and walking into the kitchen again. His hand was on his arm again, tugging aat his sleeve over the crook of his arm. He walked up to her, shrugging his shoulders a bit and exhaling loudly. He felt a bit self conscious right now, considering that Sophia had just seen him in the almost-nude, soaking wet, scars exposed, everything. He still felt a little uneasy knowing that she could have seen them. They were very personal. "Ah, I dont really know food, so, I dunno if my opinion will be any good, y'know?" he said, biting his lip a bit.

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Tim turned around, a bit startled by the sudden speaking. He looked at her absent mindedly for a moment, not quite realizing what she had asked. "Oh! Um, uh, okay! I uh, dont know... how to do anything, but um... yeah, sssure." He stood up, pulling his sleeves up to just underneath his elbows as he moved into the kitchen. He cracked his fingers a bit, preparing himself. Cooking was always an enigma to him. He knew how to make basics: toast, microwavables, frozen pizza, the usual. He didnt exactly live a healthy life, for sure, but he got b just fine. This, however... this was a mystery within a riddle. How do you even begin? "Uh... soooo... what do I even do?"

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Tim stood in his room, leaned against the door for what felt like forever. He could not believe that had just happened to him. He thought that was just a funny joke that happened in movies or on television. And if it did happen in real life, he certainly didnt think that it would ever happen to him. He walked over to his bed, and picked up a pillow. He pressed it to his face and he screamed into it, loudly, getting out all of the weird emotions he had in his body at the moment. It didnt really help much, but it felt good to do. Tim put the pillow back down on the bed, facing the mirror now. He sighed as he looked over himself. Average, for the most part. Except for the scars. There were about two or three on each arm, and they were vicious looking. He touched the one on his right arm. He wondered if Sophia had seen them before she turned away. That would be bad. He didn't want to show anyone the scars. He ran his fingers slowly along the scar, then dropped his arm, letting it dangle loosely at his side. He sighed again, and then got dressed. He grabbed a pair of grey skinny jeans and a deep blue cable knit sweater that was a little too big for him. He pulled them on, then steadied himself. He exhaled loudly, walked to the door, and pulled it open a bit. He leaned out of the door a bit, and there was Sophia. She was looking back at him. Tim made a face that was a mixture of apologetic and totally embarrassed. "I'm really sorry...um... that you needed to see that?"

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There were a few seconds of silence, and then, buzz went off. Sophia looked at the table and, sure enough, there was Tim's phone, face down. She made a show of rolling her eyes at the situation, giggling to herself bit. Tim was not a prepared human being in any sense of the word, but for some reason, that made him a little more endearing to her. Just then, she heard the clicking of a door behind her. She turned around to catch where the noise was coming from and-- Tim just stood there, frozen. He didnt know what to do. He was standing there, still wet from the shower, a blue towel luckily wrapped around his waist. His nest of brown hair, which was usually down about his forehead and a bit of his eyes, was swept back by the shower water, showing off his full face. He felt his cheeks going red. He still could not move. What was he supposed to do in this kin of situation? "Um..." he spoke, softly. "Good...um...morning?"

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Tim woke with a start, collapsed over on the couch (again.) His phone was buzzing, still setting down on the coffee table in front of him. He looked up at the television, the DVD menu on repeat on the screen. HE grabbed his phone, squinting at the message that popped up on it. HE read over it a few times before it finally and concretely rested in his brain. He jolted awake, internally freaking out, ever so slightly. He quickly typed up a message and hit send. Okay, I'm gonna shower, just come in. He got up and practically sprinted towards his bathroom.