Who: Denzel and Washu
Where: Crocker's house
When: 5 days
laterStyle: Prose
Status: Closed
People. Why did people have to exist? More however why did people need other people? That horrible thing about being human being a social creature. Crocker hadn't heard from Washu since he 'clicked' his device on her and quite frankly he didn't care. Losing people one really one thing Crocker couldn't handle or rather didn't know how to handle. As much as he does see Washu as his mother in some strange manner, it was better to cut off all ties and not be abandoned
more. Then again, complete silence did get to his mentally, as he was reminded of the asylum and started to laughing in a corner. Crocker did manage to turn his device on just audio. At least this way he could listen and hear voices that wheren't his own, "CURSE ME FOR BEING HUMAN!" He found himself saying each day as his inner turmiol of anti social disorder and fear of abandonment conflicts with his human need to be with others.
He didn't know what to do. Sure he checked the coral at times when no one was awake but other then that the inner conflict was disrupting his work. The need to talk about this issue was countering not wanting to bond with anyone more.
At least he has his mechanical dog and chocobo.
If anyone unplanned was to walk in, they'd find the door left unlock and inside they'd find Denzel in his room, sitting on the floor, his back to the bedroom door and head banging with both of his hands gripping the side of his head as well as not facially shaved. Not to mention all the window shades closed. Piles of dirty laundry liter the house in random spots, dirty dishes still in the sink and a plate of fish still sitting on the kitchen table and coffee cups on the floor. Some of them have coffee still in them leaking onto the tile floor.