When one has to wear skin-coloring on all exposed areas of your body, it makes something of a mess when one is spontaneously covered in glitter from pulling a small package out of one's car trunk that promptly exploded in little bits of colorful metal, or whatever they made glitter out of these days. It's even worse when one has to promptly sit down in the grocery store parking lot because another of those goddamned visions hits and leaves one dizzy.
And then when he tries to climb to his feet again, he can't see properly, and keeps missing the car when he tries to use it to lever himself up.
Sam's day is not going well so far. His month has not been going well so far, honestly, since the sudden increase in his strength after the trip to the fort, but this is just icing on the goddamned cake.
II. Closed to family
His daughter's place is closer than his, since he'd been on his way over there anyway. So that's where he goes, the foundation hiding his gray skin all smeared and stuck with glitter, squinting irritably as he tries to swap his focus between the road and the dashboard of his car (the former being much easier to see than the latter), and also tries not to crush his steering wheel or his hands. His hands are the more likely option.
He gets out of the car slowly at Mary Anne's house and heads inside. It's only long familiarity with the house that keeps him from tripping on the front steps, since he can't really see them very well. "I need a shower, and more make-up," he tells anyone inside. "I've still got some here, right?"
III. Actual Pride Stuff - OTA
Sam's family is usually pretty involved in Pride stuff. Sam is only involved because they are-- there's too much of a crowd for him to be particularly comfortable, especially with his new senses and, this year, an inability to see properly and a high likelihood that he'll hurt something or himself by holding too tightly or touching too hard. Why is his life like this, ugh.
But he's there, wandering around, sitting at the parade with some grandkids, buying snacks. Feel free to run into him anywhere.
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When one has to wear skin-coloring on all exposed areas of your body, it makes something of a mess when one is spontaneously covered in glitter from pulling a small package out of one's car trunk that promptly exploded in little bits of colorful metal, or whatever they made glitter out of these days. It's even worse when one has to promptly sit down in the grocery store parking lot because another of those goddamned visions hits and leaves one dizzy.
And then when he tries to climb to his feet again, he can't see properly, and keeps missing the car when he tries to use it to lever himself up.
Sam's day is not going well so far. His month has not been going well so far, honestly, since the sudden increase in his strength after the trip to the fort, but this is just icing on the goddamned cake.
II. Closed to family
His daughter's place is closer than his, since he'd been on his way over there anyway. So that's where he goes, the foundation hiding his gray skin all smeared and stuck with glitter, squinting irritably as he tries to swap his focus between the road and the dashboard of his car (the former being much easier to see than the latter), and also tries not to crush his steering wheel or his hands. His hands are the more likely option.
He gets out of the car slowly at Mary Anne's house and heads inside. It's only long familiarity with the house that keeps him from tripping on the front steps, since he can't really see them very well. "I need a shower, and more make-up," he tells anyone inside. "I've still got some here, right?"
III. Actual Pride Stuff - OTA
Sam's family is usually pretty involved in Pride stuff. Sam is only involved because they are-- there's too much of a crowd for him to be particularly comfortable, especially with his new senses and, this year, an inability to see properly and a high likelihood that he'll hurt something or himself by holding too tightly or touching too hard. Why is his life like this, ugh.
But he's there, wandering around, sitting at the parade with some grandkids, buying snacks. Feel free to run into him anywhere.