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saveourearth2018-08-04 06:15 pm
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Life Lessons [Log] [Semi-Open]
Date: August 1st through the 4th
Characters: Benjiro and Sadie; possibly others? (Seriously, he needs lots of voices telling him BAD BEN)
Warnings: Mention of blood and loss of a tooth
When Benjiro had left the house belonging to his great aunts on Wednesday early in the morning to make an urgent repair for a neighbor, he had expected his great aunts to be there when he returned. Agatha and Rosemary were due to leave tomorrow for a last-minute trip to London that would last until next Friday. They needed to assist some more distant friends with some matters, and had decided to make a proper vacation of the trip. Agatha had made certain Benjiro would be comfortable alone, and for himself, the teenager thought it a lucky chance to really put in some time for his livestream.
However, when Benjiro returned in the late afternoon, he walked up to the front door to find it locked. Odd in itself, as his great aunts rarely locked the door if they were expecting him, he could not hear any music or television playing. Rosemary loves her music when the two aren't settled in to watch old movies or any number of programs on the telly. Pulling his cellphone out of his bag, he dials the home phone first. It rings, both through the speaker of his phone and inside the house, without answer until the voicemail picks up. He hangs up, and tries Rosemary's cellphone. He hears the ringing through the speaker, but it too ends up going to voicemail. Holding the phone down from his ear a second time to check the signal from his end, he is surprised as the dim rings of the speaker are accompanied by the faint yet familiar ringtone from inside the house.
Aunt Rosemary had left her cellphone behind.
Perplexed and concerned, he moved around the sides of the house to check in through the windows. When he reaches the back, he looks into the kitchen. Nothing is active, and although he cannot see clearly enough to make it out, he spots a handwritten note on the fridge.
A sinking feeling makes him wonder if his aunts had gotten off in their days. Being recently retired, they had difficulty keeping track of the day of the week, especially with Benjiro now on summer break from his schooling. Of course, something could have come up to make them rush out sooner to head faster for London.
Rather than waiting around, he methodically moves around the perimeter of the house. Checking the door in the back first, he then checks the windows of the first floor. All of them are locked. Returning to the backyard, he sits down on the patio furniture and drops his bag beside him to consider his options. He could damage a window to gain entry and replace it, but he didn't want to cause any harm to the home or startle the neighbors into calling the police on him. He could contact a locksmith, but he has no proof of his residence here without his aunts to vouch for him as the home owners. He could call Walter, Russell, or even Sadie and...
His thoughts stop, freezing over with a wary discomfort. He shouldn't rely on anyone else. That's what his parents had told him before they sent him to live here in Mossgate. He has to be independent if he's going to make any difference at all. When faced with a problem, he's smart enough he shouldn't need any help to get through it, and he needs to accept that he's not a child anymore. If he can't - then maybe he's not so smart after all.
Benjiro shifts his focus to how he might be able to manage. He has access to the backyard, his phone, and the things in his backpack that he always keeps on hand - including his phone charger. He rifles through his bag to discover the leftover change from when he had been out shopping on Monday to pick up parts for building on his latest project. It wasn't much cash, and certainly not enough to buy more than meager items. With the storage shed locked and the backyard garden limited to floral arrangement and trees, he doesn't have much more than what's on him.
With the heat of the day, he needs to go somewhere with air conditioning and access to water, so without hesitation, he heads for the library. While there he sets a plan; he can buy a bar of soap, use it to keep clean in the backyard at night with the garden hose and even make use of the clothes line as necessary without fully removing his clothes behind the privacy fence, sleep on the patio, and return to the library during the day. He has plenty of research he can do to keep himself busy, and with his notebook on him, he has a place to record any pertinent findings. The library would keep him cool and provide access to as much water as he wants, as well as regular access to a restroom. Food...was another matter. Rather than spend in small sums that would get him very little daily, he could save up to buy a single larger item on special if he timed stops at the deli or other local stores correctly. It wouldn't be pleasant, but he would limit his physical activity to decrease his need for calories.
Logically, it was a sound plan.
By Saturday afternoon however, Benjiro has learned first hand how much going hungry can make it difficult to function and want to do anything aside from sleep. So when he got a discounted sandwich on manager's special only to have the precious meal knocked out of his hands while standing at a cross walk by a hurrying passerby on a cellphone, he's horrified by the sight of the sandwich disappearing under the tire of a car. Moreover, he's stunned as that hollow feeling washes through him and his heart pounds harshly.
Are you genetic mishaps fighting again?! an angry voice yells from his memory as part of a startling recollection.
Dazed by the memory, he returns to the library quietly. Sitting in the corner of the library with a book opened but not bothering to turn the pages, he dredges up as much detail as he can from the new memory. Distracted from the effort by a dull ache in his jaw growing to a mild throbbing on the left side toward the front, he puts the book up and moves off to an open computer.
Logging into his accounts, he'll spend the next hour doing something familiar that might ground him and help his hands stop from trembling. He answers another round of comments and questions left to his accounts, then posts a notice. UVPulse will not be actively streaming any content tonight, and will not return himself until after next weekend. Instead, he's already selected friends to host to highlight their skills and humor.
Characters: Benjiro and Sadie; possibly others? (Seriously, he needs lots of voices telling him BAD BEN)
Warnings: Mention of blood and loss of a tooth
When Benjiro had left the house belonging to his great aunts on Wednesday early in the morning to make an urgent repair for a neighbor, he had expected his great aunts to be there when he returned. Agatha and Rosemary were due to leave tomorrow for a last-minute trip to London that would last until next Friday. They needed to assist some more distant friends with some matters, and had decided to make a proper vacation of the trip. Agatha had made certain Benjiro would be comfortable alone, and for himself, the teenager thought it a lucky chance to really put in some time for his livestream.
However, when Benjiro returned in the late afternoon, he walked up to the front door to find it locked. Odd in itself, as his great aunts rarely locked the door if they were expecting him, he could not hear any music or television playing. Rosemary loves her music when the two aren't settled in to watch old movies or any number of programs on the telly. Pulling his cellphone out of his bag, he dials the home phone first. It rings, both through the speaker of his phone and inside the house, without answer until the voicemail picks up. He hangs up, and tries Rosemary's cellphone. He hears the ringing through the speaker, but it too ends up going to voicemail. Holding the phone down from his ear a second time to check the signal from his end, he is surprised as the dim rings of the speaker are accompanied by the faint yet familiar ringtone from inside the house.
Aunt Rosemary had left her cellphone behind.
Perplexed and concerned, he moved around the sides of the house to check in through the windows. When he reaches the back, he looks into the kitchen. Nothing is active, and although he cannot see clearly enough to make it out, he spots a handwritten note on the fridge.
A sinking feeling makes him wonder if his aunts had gotten off in their days. Being recently retired, they had difficulty keeping track of the day of the week, especially with Benjiro now on summer break from his schooling. Of course, something could have come up to make them rush out sooner to head faster for London.
Rather than waiting around, he methodically moves around the perimeter of the house. Checking the door in the back first, he then checks the windows of the first floor. All of them are locked. Returning to the backyard, he sits down on the patio furniture and drops his bag beside him to consider his options. He could damage a window to gain entry and replace it, but he didn't want to cause any harm to the home or startle the neighbors into calling the police on him. He could contact a locksmith, but he has no proof of his residence here without his aunts to vouch for him as the home owners. He could call Walter, Russell, or even Sadie and...
His thoughts stop, freezing over with a wary discomfort. He shouldn't rely on anyone else. That's what his parents had told him before they sent him to live here in Mossgate. He has to be independent if he's going to make any difference at all. When faced with a problem, he's smart enough he shouldn't need any help to get through it, and he needs to accept that he's not a child anymore. If he can't - then maybe he's not so smart after all.
Benjiro shifts his focus to how he might be able to manage. He has access to the backyard, his phone, and the things in his backpack that he always keeps on hand - including his phone charger. He rifles through his bag to discover the leftover change from when he had been out shopping on Monday to pick up parts for building on his latest project. It wasn't much cash, and certainly not enough to buy more than meager items. With the storage shed locked and the backyard garden limited to floral arrangement and trees, he doesn't have much more than what's on him.
With the heat of the day, he needs to go somewhere with air conditioning and access to water, so without hesitation, he heads for the library. While there he sets a plan; he can buy a bar of soap, use it to keep clean in the backyard at night with the garden hose and even make use of the clothes line as necessary without fully removing his clothes behind the privacy fence, sleep on the patio, and return to the library during the day. He has plenty of research he can do to keep himself busy, and with his notebook on him, he has a place to record any pertinent findings. The library would keep him cool and provide access to as much water as he wants, as well as regular access to a restroom. Food...was another matter. Rather than spend in small sums that would get him very little daily, he could save up to buy a single larger item on special if he timed stops at the deli or other local stores correctly. It wouldn't be pleasant, but he would limit his physical activity to decrease his need for calories.
Logically, it was a sound plan.
By Saturday afternoon however, Benjiro has learned first hand how much going hungry can make it difficult to function and want to do anything aside from sleep. So when he got a discounted sandwich on manager's special only to have the precious meal knocked out of his hands while standing at a cross walk by a hurrying passerby on a cellphone, he's horrified by the sight of the sandwich disappearing under the tire of a car. Moreover, he's stunned as that hollow feeling washes through him and his heart pounds harshly.
Are you genetic mishaps fighting again?! an angry voice yells from his memory as part of a startling recollection.
Dazed by the memory, he returns to the library quietly. Sitting in the corner of the library with a book opened but not bothering to turn the pages, he dredges up as much detail as he can from the new memory. Distracted from the effort by a dull ache in his jaw growing to a mild throbbing on the left side toward the front, he puts the book up and moves off to an open computer.
Logging into his accounts, he'll spend the next hour doing something familiar that might ground him and help his hands stop from trembling. He answers another round of comments and questions left to his accounts, then posts a notice. UVPulse will not be actively streaming any content tonight, and will not return himself until after next weekend. Instead, he's already selected friends to host to highlight their skills and humor.
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He works quickly to close everything out with the browser cache cleared, not wanting to make Sadie wait any longer than absolutely necessary. Once he has the computer ready for the next person, he'll hike his backpack onto one shoulder and move to stand up with one hand firmly on the desk surface. The wooziness that comes with rising passes slowly, but he'll urge himself forward away from the desk to head towards the exit with steady steps just the same.
There is no resistance as Sadie links arms with him, and he looks over to see that worry written so clearly in her expression. Guilt flares, and he smiles apologetically to her with a squeeze against her arm, "Sorry..."
Passing with her outside, he'll move away from the entrance to find a place to stand where he can lean against the outside of the building and turn to face her. He can't...quite look to her directly as he begins to explain, even with her sunglasses, "My great aunts left early for London and I got stuck. I've been keeping busy here at the library... At least trying to since I had my own hallucination earlier. An hour ago? Wait...what time is it?"
Benjiro usually has a very good sense of time, but he's trying to speak through the fog of hunger.
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Sadie frowns further at him, so Ben had a similar experience to her at Moss Manor, that could explain some of the fuzziness to him but this was more than a that...
"Ben it's quarter to four...what time did you think it was? And how have you been 'stuck'?" Her question is delicate, tentative. He is clearly uncomfortable and Sadie wants to avoid him clamping up by her being too forceful.
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Working open the bag of snacks, he answers her first question immediately, “Closer to three. It happened just after two o’clock. I must have spent more time trying to think about details than I realized.” Bag successfully opened, he doesn’t yet take out a biscuit as the second question looms. There is just no easy way to say it.
Embarrassed with his broad shoulders rounding and eyes on the items he holds, he admits,“...I got locked out of the house. It was probably because they left in a rush, and relied on habits to get on the way faster. Unfortunately, they left Rosemary’s cellphone too, and I couldn’t remember the number they wrote down for me to call for where they are staying with some friends.”
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She frowns at Ben, "Don't be daft, it is literally a small pack of biscuits and my bottle of squash, there is nothing you need to pay me back for." She shakes her head, what a thing for him to think about in a situation like this.
Her eyes widen and she stares at Ben, somewhat stunned as to how his aunts could have managed to lock him out of the house even if they had been in a rush. "Locked out of the house, that's awful!... Wait." The tiredness, the rumpled clothes, how hungry and thirsty he was. "Ben," She asks slowly. "How long have you been locked out of your house?"
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Another murmur of thanks follows the denial of him compensating the snacks, and he’ll take a biscuit out to eat. He winces as he first bites down on it, but moving it off to the right and back in his mouth, it doesn’t aggravate that pain in his lower jaw. After a quick sip to follow, he’ll answer without thought about why she’s asking to number the days, “Three days, and roughly five hours.”
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"You idiot!" Sadie emphasises just how much of an idiot she thinks he is by punching him on his upper right arm. Hard. Seventeen years of squabbling with her twin fully evident in the way she hits with her knuckles pointed enough to hurt and cause a nice bit of numbness down his arm.
"Where have you been staying?!" She continues angrily, glaring at him from behind her sunglasses. "Clearly nowhere good from the state you're in. Christ Ben, why didn't you say something?!"
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Her fierce reaction gives him pause. Startled by it, her first question seems rhetorical, yet explaining himself properly might keep him from taking another sock in the arm. Switching the bottle to his left hand, he’ll open his right to gesture as he responds, “You’ve been busy with your family and I didn’t want to bother you. But it’s not been bad until today. I’ve been at the library during the day to stay cool and have access to facilities, and at night I went into the backyard to sleep. I thought about breaking in, but I don’t want to get the police called. Aunt Rosemary and Aunt Agatha are going to be upset enough without neighbors talking about this.”
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She is so bloody tempted to punch him in the arm again but she reigns herself in. "And don't even get me started on how dangerous this is! Staying out in this heat, you obviously haven't been eating or drinking properly, you could have easily passed out, or caught sun-stroke!"
Sadie huffs angrily, digging into her bag. "Anyone one could have called the police! If I saw someone sleeping in my neighbour's garden I would, and then what would have happened?!"
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Cringing as she points out numerous flaws, specifically those related to heat, Benjiro reaches up to rub the back of his neck as he bows his head. He had figured the neighbors would not think much of him being outside since he had been living there over a year now and the privacy fence keeps view limited. Still...in the dark, a lot could have gone wrong.
Attempts to raise reasoning in his voice stall to nothing more than a sigh when he realizes how much those bits of logic sound like mere excuses. Instead he lets his hand slide back down from his neck, and his voice comes out more quietly, “...you’re right.”
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Unlocking her phone and going to her contacts, she tucks her phone between her ear and her shoulder. Sadie then removes her sunglasses as the call gets picked up.
"Hi Mum..." Sadie popped open the two tubs revealing a set of light blue contact lenses as she responds to her Mum switching into rapid Spanish. As she talks to her mum Sadie starts putting the coloured contacts in. Eventually, Ben's name came up in the middle of a burst of some very fast Spanish from Sadie.
"...Okay, see you in a few. Te amo." She hangs up and starts fighting to get her left contact in.
"You're staying at mine until your aunts get back, Mum's going to pick us up in a mo because you look like you'd keel over before we even made it halfway to my house." It is very much a statement.
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Embarrassed, he relents in accepting that he did not act wisely. Already feeling guilty for upsetting Sadie and for what inconveniences he know he’ll cause her family, he feels an extra twinge of it when he also realizes he is utterly relieved to be getting help he couldn’t ask for when this started.
The change in address from her phone to him draws his eyes up above his hand, and he watches as Sadie puts in her colored contact. Running his hand up and back through his hair to get it out of his face as he lifts his head up again, the faint flush in his paled face lingers, “I….thank you, Sadie.” Although he likely could walk the distance with the new sugar in his system and availability in the rest of what he has not consumed, he would rather not cause her more worry.
Pushing from the wall, he lowers himself down to sit on the walk with knees bent up and back coming to rest flat to the wall. He sets the drink and snacks beside him as he mulls over things and answers a text at his phone from his pocket.
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"I don't want you to thank me, Ben, I want you to realise how dangerous that was and promise to never do it again. How're we supposed to do this together if something happens to you because you didn't ask for help?"
Sadie sits there silently and waits until finally there is a honk of a horn and a silver BMW appears, the right window winds down and a tanned woman with curly brown hair leans out the window and waves at Sadie. Sadie stands up, offering Ben a hand before she wanders over to the car, leaning down to kiss both her cheeks.
"Hey Mum, this is my friend Ben. Ben this is my Mum Raquel. Thanks for picking us up Mum."
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Sitting in silence with Sadie, he’ll work slowly to eat the remainder of the biscuits in the bag and drink the squash. He would not waste them, even with guilt tempering his appetite.
The honk doesn’t so much get his attention as Sadie moving to stand up to meet the vehicle. Quick to tuck the bag from the biscuits and empty bottle into the side pocket on his backpack, he slides the bag on with both straps as he stands to follow Sadie, albeit more slowly. Reaching the car in time for the introduction, he keeps acute awareness of his posture.
Upbringing kicking in hard while feeling flustered, Benjiro clamps his elbows against his lower ribs with arms straight and bows his head and chest fully forward from the waist. Keeping fully forward for a good five or six seconds as he replies verbally, he’ll rise back up to finish speaking, “Mrs. Moore. I apologize for the inconveniences taking me in will cause but I am very grateful that I can stay with you.”
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"It is nice to finally meet you, Ben, Sadie speaks of you often." Raquel's voice is fairly low for a woman but with a clear Spanish accent that lent a sort of musicality to her words. "It is no trouble to have one of Sadie's friends stay, especially such a polite one."
Sadie flushes slightly and walks around the back in the car to sit on the left behind the passenger seat. Once Ben's also in and seatbelts are fastened Sadie's mum drives off, the car nice and cool with the AC on.
"So Ben," Raquel begins as she drives, "Sadie said you accidentally got yourself locked out of the house? When we get in Sadie will go and get you some of James' clothes that you can borrow and then you can wash what you are wearing if necessary."
The woman drums her fingers on the steering wheel. "Oh yes, do you have any allergies? Sadie said she didn't know and I would rather not have to epi-pen you over dinner." Raquel chuckles, smiling at Ben though the rearview mirror, although her gaze occasionally drifts to Sadie who is very clearly not engaging with Ben at the moment.
Darlin', you give love a bad name!
As the short drive gets underway, he keeps his attention down at his bag or forward to speak with her mother. Abashed, he flushes faintly even as he smiles wide, "Oh, yeah. Of all the times to lock myself out..." Taking ownership of something so small doesn't concern him if it saves face for his aunts. Especially when he is more bothered by what he did in response now that he's spoken with Sadie.
"Yes, please. I kept as clean as I could but I would like to wash these properly," he answers, looking forward to being able to clean up entirely with more than cold water and a bar of soap. When asked about allergies, he confirms his status of NKA (No Known Allergies). While he continues talking with her mother through the drive quite pleasantly, he quiets after they arrive and finally again looks after Sadie as she moves to get out. With only a delay to take a steadying breath, he does the same.
Once inside the house, he listens to instructions quietly. Shown the spare room, he'll take the opportunity to get washed up with borrowed clothes accepted from Sadie with a bow of the head and shoulders rather than words. The shower gives him a much needed chance to collect himself with so much weighing on his mind. Although he begins by simply not thinking, thoughts do creep their way back in between the streams of water and he mulls over the promise he owes his best friend. Not allowing himself to linger unnecessarily, he'll dress and head to join the family for dinner - once more presentable to the rest of society.
Naturally quiet, he nevertheless fields questions from Sadie's mother and father without hesitation. It's easy enough to recount his basic history of moving with his parents from London to the States to Japan and most recently here to Mossgate. Speaking further of his family, he refers to the careers of his parents with respect, but his little sister is the one whom he speaks of with obvious fondness. His plans for school are set in science, but he hasn't quite settled on a specific field yet. Despite this, he hopes to be ready to apply to university in the fall.
At the start of the meal, he does not hesitate to eat anything offered. Then as the meal continues, his pace slows all too quickly. His jaw is hurting more with talking and eating, and the pain contends with his appetite. Feeling he should eat what he can manage, if more carefully, he goes to take a bite only to cringe and quickly lower the utensil to his plate. Covering his mouth with one hand, his speech is muffled as he bows his head, "Please excuse me," only to not wait for an answer as he hurries to the bathroom in which he had been permitted to shower before.
Shutting the door behind himself, he leans over the sink and spits out the food along with something else that plinks in the basin. Staring down as he tastes the blood left behind, Benjiro's mind goes entirely blank when he looks up into the mirror and immediately spots the gap where his canine tooth from the left side of his lower jaw had been until a moment ago.
All I Want For Christmas is my Two Front Teeth
Raquel looks over at Sadie who is scowling slightly at the lettuce she's cutting. "You are angry at your friend Sadie?"
Sadie sighs, "I was angry because he's an idiot."
Her mum laughs, "Yes, you will find that boys often are especially at your age." She goes over to Sadie and kisses the top of her head, "Don't be too hard on him, I think he will have learnt his lesson from this."
Sadie sighs again, "You're right..." And starts carrying dishes through to the dining room table.
Dinner is going well, her parents seem to like Ben and James has kept the teasing smiles and playful sibling kicks under the table to an absolute minimum, until Ben cringes and leaves the table. The family sit for a moment, looking in the direction he went until they hear the upstairs bathroom door close. Sadie glances back at Ben's half-eaten dinner as her nails start to clink against her glass.
"Sadie, why don't you go and check on him?" She looks at her Dad who then nods towards Ben's plate, "We'll cover it so he can eat if he feels up for it later."
"Thanks, Dad." She stands up from the table and goes upstairs, knocking on the closed bathroom door. "Ben," She calls gently through the door, "Are you alright?"
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The tooth itself has no visible signs of decay or caries. The nerve roots still attached however look withered and grey as he peeks closer at the tooth in his hand. The blood is minimal given he has roughly swallowed most of it in one pass and tastes only traces now. The throbbing pain of his jaw has dwindled to a mere soreness. Pain that only started a few hours ago...
The knock on the door sends a jolt through him, but followed by Sadie’s voice, his spark of panic wanes. Rather than try to force himself to speak, he stands from the sink to reach to the door. Cracking the door open, he looks beyond where he expects her, and confirming it is only Sadie there, he opens the door. His skin is ghostly pale, face taut with his brow drawn over wide eyes, and a faint tremor still gripping his hands with one hand closed tight in a fist.
He’s not right at all.
Its like an old nursery rhyme, felt fitting.
"Ben...lets get you sat down okay?" She places her hands on his shoulders and gently presses him down towards the closed toilet lid. Once he's sat down she knees down next to him and starts gently rubbing his back in circles in an attempt to ground him even as she worries at her lip and taps her fingers against her thigh trying not to let her worry show too much. "If you're feeling nauseous or dizzy I want you to put your head between your legs alright? Are you in any pain?"
Stopping herself from tapping her leg she leans back slightly to open one of the bathroom cupboards and fishes out the packet of paracetamol and the packet of the ibuprofen just in case.
"What's happened, Ben?" She asks softly.
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Keeping one hand closed, he lifts the other to rub over his face briefly before he looks over to Sadie when she prompts for an explanation. He grimaces with his brow furrowing, but forces the words out, “...one of my teeth came out.” He shivers faintly just relaying the event, and continues with confusion evident, “I saw something this afternoon, but my jaw only started hurting after that.”
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"I'm sorry Ben," She whispers, "It's not fun, is it? And that's pretty bloody shocking."
She holds the hug for a little longer and gives him a small squeeze before she pulls back and cups his hands between hers. "Ben...will you let me look?"
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Want of denial does not shield him from the truth, but she is here to help him bear the burden of it.
Released from the hold with the color in his face improved and the rhythm of his breath now steady, he watches as she clasps his hands. Looking to her directly as she requests a chance to examine it, he pauses for but a second before he nods his consent. Opening his hand with the edges of the tooth imprinted into his palm, she can see the tooth itself is in good shape, but the nerves were starved. When she looks to his mouth, he’ll lift his chin with a spoken direction, “Bottom left canine...your right,” then drops his jaw partway open and pulls down his lip from the corner of his mouth to expose the gap fully. It looks healthy enough, despite the traces of blood.
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Sadie looks down at the perfectly fine tooth, aside from the nerves and worries her lip as she looks at Ben's gum, "It doesn't look unhealthy, still nice and pink..." She pulls off some toilet roll and gently wraps up Ben's tooth. "I think I have somewhere to put this, are you alright to leave the bathroom?"
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Patiently Benjiro waits for Sadie to make her conclusion before he releases his cheek and closes his mouth once more. Sliding his tongue against the gap in his teeth is strange, and he decides to avoid repeating the motion.
Relieved of the tooth, he flexes his fingers a couple of times as he sits up from leaning on his elbows, not ready to consider what to do with that one tooth, let alone the others that may follow. The shock has worn off for the most part, so when asked about leaving, he nods, “Yeah… I think I’m okay.” He waits for Sadie to stand and move before he rises slowly from sitting. A wash of lightheadedness follows, but it fades nearly as quickly. From there, he’ll follow Sadie from the bathroom.
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"If you go to your room, I'll be there in a sec, I've just got to grab something for this," She lifts up the hand with the tooth in it, "And we can sit down and chat?"
Sadie nips quickly into her room and makes a beeline for her dresser, grabbing a white wooden box and empties the large collection of earrings out before placing the tooth inside. Turning around her eyes light up at the sight of her cats sleeping on her bed. Perfect.
She hefts Squash into her arms with only a short grumpy meow from the old Persian and walks out of her room followed by Amber and Tigger who do their best to twine around her legs and kill her via affectionate tripping. She makes it halfway to Ben's room before her Mum calls up from downstairs.
"Sadie, is Ben feeling alright?"
"Ah, he's feeling a bit lightheaded. We're just going to relax upstairs!" Sadie calls back down.
"Okay, tell him to drink lots of liquid, there's squash downstairs okay?"
"Yes Mum, thank you!"
Sadie makes it to the spare bedroom unhindered, and with a preceding "Coming in!", pushes down the door handle with her elbow and enters the room cats in tow and closes the door behind her with her foot. Tigger immediately bounding over to Ben whilst amber lingered around Sadie's ankles, observing the new addition to the room from a distance.
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A nod given in answer, Benjiro walks to the other end of the hall with mindful steps and enters the room. Straight away, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed about halfway up the length and sinks forward. A flicker of temptation to lie back is ignored, instead opting to scoot back fully so the bend of his knees fits to the top edge of the bed.
Hearing the exchange in the hall, he gathers himself to sit properly up so that when Sadie enters, he at least looks ready to talk. The sight of the cats with her draws both a raise of his brows and a crack of a smile from him, "I take it they wanted some attention?" He sits still as Tigger first comes over to him, and folds forward to reach one hand down with the palm up and fingers open flat. It's an offer for contact, or at the very least an introduction. The cats that roam freely back in Japan would often take days or even weeks to warm up to his presence in places he had not been before, but patience usually paid off.
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UM, you’ve made me shriek at tags before you’re doing GOOD
*shrieking intensifies*
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And end here...