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Sneakeh Cat · 05-19-2014, 07:17 AM

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Originally Posted by Tarath

"Will do." Lambrini nodded her head, mentally noting to scribble Jak's greeting into the letter later. "You should probably write your parents, too. I'm sure your mom would like to hear from you."

Lambrini continued to glare at the little beast as as Jakoby medicated it. She could only hope that the fleabag would run away... or something. She watched as it scurried off, grateful that, for time being, it was gone. Lamb handed Jak his bag and nodded her head in the direction of the nearest bench so they could sit down. She walked over and took a seat, sitting her bag on the ground to leave room for Jak to sit. "It's... okay so far. Not too bad, but nothing too exciting has happened yet, either." She was sure adventures would come in due time. "What about you? You seem to be handling being here." Which made her proud. She knew he would struggle to make friends and whatnot, but at least he hadn't had any anxiety attacks or anything like that yet.

Jakoby nodded his head a little at her words. "I'm going to write her tonight," he told her. "You know if I don't write her soon, she's going to worry." Even if his mother wanted him to get out and experience the world, she still worried so much. Her worrying began a couple years ago when Jak had his first (big) panic attack that led him straight to the hospital where he had many tests run on him. Fortunately, he has not had one that bad since, but he has come close though.

He took his bag back from his friend when she offered it to him, and he safely put his cat's medicine back in the outer pocket before following her over to the bench. After placing his bag aside, he took a seat beside her and looked around at all the people in the courtyard. He absentmindedly patted his hand against his thigh as he did so. "I've read up on some crazy things that have happened here," said he. Exciting things she might enjoy hearing but that he would not want to be apart of if history repeated itself. Never.

"Uh.... yeah, I am. There's a lot of people here, but I've spent most of my time in the library." He nodded a little. "People are nice." Which he was grateful for. Bullying was not something he necessarily wanted to deal with..... again. He had one person in his lifetime that bullied him -- his neighbor, Grant, that once lived across the street from him -- but those days were long gone once the boy moved to another state. Life was better with nicer people in it.

05-19-2014, 07:17 AM	#70 (permalink)
Sneakeh Cat DIMC & DMGS Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock Posts: 26,771 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Maia Denton Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2	Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once... Quote: Originally Posted by Tarath "Will do." Lambrini nodded her head, mentally noting to scribble Jak's greeting into the letter later. "You should probably write your parents, too. I'm sure your mom would like to hear from you." Lambrini continued to glare at the little beast as as Jakoby medicated it. She could only hope that the fleabag would run away... or something. She watched as it scurried off, grateful that, for time being, it was gone. Lamb handed Jak his bag and nodded her head in the direction of the nearest bench so they could sit down. She walked over and took a seat, sitting her bag on the ground to leave room for Jak to sit. "It's... okay so far. Not too bad, but nothing too exciting has happened yet, either." She was sure adventures would come in due time. "What about you? You seem to be handling being here." Which made her proud. She knew he would struggle to make friends and whatnot, but at least he hadn't had any anxiety attacks or anything like that yet. Jakoby nodded his head a little at her words. "I'm going to write her tonight," he told her. "You know if I don't write her soon, she's going to worry." Even if his mother wanted him to get out and experience the world, she still worried so much. Her worrying began a couple years ago when Jak had his first (big) panic attack that led him straight to the hospital where he had many tests run on him. Fortunately, he has not had one that bad since, but he has come close though. He took his bag back from his friend when she offered it to him, and he safely put his cat's medicine back in the outer pocket before following her over to the bench. After placing his bag aside, he took a seat beside her and looked around at all the people in the courtyard. He absentmindedly patted his hand against his thigh as he did so. "I've read up on some crazy things that have happened here," said he. Exciting things she might enjoy hearing but that he would not want to be apart of if history repeated itself. Never. "Uh.... yeah, I am. There's a lot of people here, but I've spent most of my time in the library." He nodded a little. "People are nice." Which he was grateful for. Bullying was not something he necessarily wanted to deal with..... again. He had one person in his lifetime that bullied him -- his neighbor, Grant, that once lived across the street from him -- but those days were long gone once the boy moved to another state. Life was better with nicer people in it. __________________ _______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.