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mazeofrelationships2018-10-12 07:03 pm
tinymullet) wrote in mazeofrelationships2018-10-12 07:03 pm
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Snowed In
[It rarely snows here, but the weather decided to play a joke on them today. It started with a light dusting, but when the snow got heavier the Garrison sent everyone home. Or rather, to Mr. Holt's home because the kids live all over the place and it was too dangerous for them to call for rides home.
Keith happens to be one of those kids. He would have just as soon stayed at the Garrison with Shiro and Adam, but since the Holts need their help keeping order, he's stuck going to a whole new environment with kids who don't like him. A smaller, more cramped one, even if the Holts' house is pretty big.
Everyone's chattering away about something or other. The loud kid's trying to hit on the girls as usual, his chunky friend who seems nice enough is running off to the kitchen to help Mrs. Holt make snacks for them all, his archenemy James is hanging around some other kid and doesn't seem to notice him (thank God).
Shiro and Adam are busy wrangling everyone, trying to keep the panicky kids calm. It'd be selfish of Keith to follow Shiro around all afternoon demanding his attention, so...he might as well try to socialize.]
So, um. Talking about TV?
[Keith's only knowledge of current shows is what he's seen on Shiro's Netflix account. The only cable Dad could afford in the old days was a basic package that picked up channels full of old junk from decades ago, so Keith grew up with stupid 80s sitcoms. And like a dope, he namedrops a few.
The WHAT Prince of where?
Oh, that cartoon my parents watched in the old times.
A cop show? Seriously?
We're just gonna go over here and talk by ourselves, okay?
Yeah, this is why Keith doesn't try harder to make friends, and why the well-meaning but pushy adults in his life have stopped trying to "help" him make friends.
He hears the loud kid laugh derisively, followed by everyone else snickering, and every other little group of kids he approaches ignores him, gives off an air of there's no room for one more, go away, emo freak.
They don't say it, but the message is loud and clear. Keith quietly slips out of the rec room to find a lonely little corner to sit in.]
Keith happens to be one of those kids. He would have just as soon stayed at the Garrison with Shiro and Adam, but since the Holts need their help keeping order, he's stuck going to a whole new environment with kids who don't like him. A smaller, more cramped one, even if the Holts' house is pretty big.
Everyone's chattering away about something or other. The loud kid's trying to hit on the girls as usual, his chunky friend who seems nice enough is running off to the kitchen to help Mrs. Holt make snacks for them all, his archenemy James is hanging around some other kid and doesn't seem to notice him (thank God).
Shiro and Adam are busy wrangling everyone, trying to keep the panicky kids calm. It'd be selfish of Keith to follow Shiro around all afternoon demanding his attention, so...he might as well try to socialize.]
So, um. Talking about TV?
[Keith's only knowledge of current shows is what he's seen on Shiro's Netflix account. The only cable Dad could afford in the old days was a basic package that picked up channels full of old junk from decades ago, so Keith grew up with stupid 80s sitcoms. And like a dope, he namedrops a few.
The WHAT Prince of where?
Oh, that cartoon my parents watched in the old times.
A cop show? Seriously?
We're just gonna go over here and talk by ourselves, okay?
Yeah, this is why Keith doesn't try harder to make friends, and why the well-meaning but pushy adults in his life have stopped trying to "help" him make friends.
He hears the loud kid laugh derisively, followed by everyone else snickering, and every other little group of kids he approaches ignores him, gives off an air of there's no room for one more, go away, emo freak.
They don't say it, but the message is loud and clear. Keith quietly slips out of the rec room to find a lonely little corner to sit in.]