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entrancelogs2015-09-09 05:39 pm
singloversing) wrote in entrancelogs2015-09-09 05:39 pm
You were a child who was made of glass | Closed
Who: Wirt [singloversing] and Cami [therapize]
Where: Wirt's Room, Third Floor Room 18
When: August 17th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: Backdated! Cami goes to check on Wirt while he's recovering from Bill possessing him.
The Story:
[Cami's going to be there any minute and Wirt is trying desperately to calm his nerves.
When he first hung up, he put his face in a pillow and just groaned at himself. Why did he agree to this?! He's an absolute mess right now and just a few minutes ago he was thinking he never wanted anyone to see him again.
Despite how awful he feels though, he's restless waiting for her to get there, since he knows it won't be long. He pushes himself up off the bed and paces around, carefully dodging the books scattered all over his floor. The room itself is very Wirt. The furniture is all older and ornate, the kinds of things Wirt would have himself if he had complete control over what furniture his family owned, but for the walls and floor he defaulted to what was familiar and comfortable. He's slowly been replacing all of the poems his Mirror stole with new ones, and they're taped in random places along his walls. He contemplates taking them down before Cami gets there, because it's never just one thing once he really gets going. About a dozen things creep up for him to be anxious about, from his guilt and shame over the deal with Bill, to how he probably looks like he's going to fall over (or at least he assumes he looks like walking death), to dumb little things that don't matter in the moment at all like his poetry on the walls.
It takes him a couple of tries to halt, but he stops pacing and drags his hands down his face before berating himself a little.]
Oh my gosh. Wirt, stop it. I-It's just Cami, she's not going to-- or, well. If she does think less of she probably won't actually say so. Ugh, why am I such an idiot?
[He takes a couple of deep breaths because this is going to be fine. This is Cami. She...probably won't think any less of him for all this. Maybe. Who knows though? He screwed up big time this time, and his thoughts keep looping back to how stupid he is. He doesn't have much time to calm down before she arrives, but he manages to get to a point where he's pretty sure he won't freak out on her as soon as he opens the door.
Soon enough, there's a knock, and Wirt stares at the door for a beat. One last deep breath, and then he opens it. He still looks tired and sore and sick, and even worse in person than over the network, but he at least attempts to muster up a friendly greeting. It's not much, but it's the best he can manage at the moment.]
Uh. ...Hi, Cami.
singloversing] and Cami [therapize]Where: Wirt's Room, Third Floor Room 18
When: August 17th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: Backdated! Cami goes to check on Wirt while he's recovering from Bill possessing him.
The Story:
[Cami's going to be there any minute and Wirt is trying desperately to calm his nerves.
When he first hung up, he put his face in a pillow and just groaned at himself. Why did he agree to this?! He's an absolute mess right now and just a few minutes ago he was thinking he never wanted anyone to see him again.
Despite how awful he feels though, he's restless waiting for her to get there, since he knows it won't be long. He pushes himself up off the bed and paces around, carefully dodging the books scattered all over his floor. The room itself is very Wirt. The furniture is all older and ornate, the kinds of things Wirt would have himself if he had complete control over what furniture his family owned, but for the walls and floor he defaulted to what was familiar and comfortable. He's slowly been replacing all of the poems his Mirror stole with new ones, and they're taped in random places along his walls. He contemplates taking them down before Cami gets there, because it's never just one thing once he really gets going. About a dozen things creep up for him to be anxious about, from his guilt and shame over the deal with Bill, to how he probably looks like he's going to fall over (or at least he assumes he looks like walking death), to dumb little things that don't matter in the moment at all like his poetry on the walls.
It takes him a couple of tries to halt, but he stops pacing and drags his hands down his face before berating himself a little.]
Oh my gosh. Wirt, stop it. I-It's just Cami, she's not going to-- or, well. If she does think less of she probably won't actually say so. Ugh, why am I such an idiot?
[He takes a couple of deep breaths because this is going to be fine. This is Cami. She...probably won't think any less of him for all this. Maybe. Who knows though? He screwed up big time this time, and his thoughts keep looping back to how stupid he is. He doesn't have much time to calm down before she arrives, but he manages to get to a point where he's pretty sure he won't freak out on her as soon as he opens the door.
Soon enough, there's a knock, and Wirt stares at the door for a beat. One last deep breath, and then he opens it. He still looks tired and sore and sick, and even worse in person than over the network, but he at least attempts to muster up a friendly greeting. It's not much, but it's the best he can manage at the moment.]
Uh. ...Hi, Cami.
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Uhh... [Is he hungry? ...Actually, he's really hungry, he's just been wary of trying. But he hasn't thrown up in a while, so...] I-- I probably should. Actually, that sounds really good...
[Mm...grilled cheese and soup. It's almost like being at home, home sick from school. He feels awful enough that he answers honestly, though he looks up at her after and adds:] Um, thank you. You really don't-- I mean... [But Wirt knows there's no arguing with her now, and he doesn't really want to. He just wants to make himself clear and it's hard under the circumstances.] ...I really appreciate it, Cami.
[It means a lot to him that she would go to the trouble for him, that's all.]