Everyone else was gone to work or something similar. Jinx had something at the School, Gabriel was being Gabriel, Claudio had said something about the theater that morning and the hadn't paid much attention, being mostly asleep at the time. And then who knew about Red.
Trauma had been sitting in the kitchen when he heard the door, Owen coming to tug at him to get his attention. Okay, fine. The damn dog was not going to let him ignore whoever, even when he had a paper due. If it was Trish he was going to kill her. She kept coming by to catch a glimpse of Jinx or to copy his notes and every time Claudio laughed at him because apparently this was what counted to other people as having friends.
When he made his way to the door, something felt off. It wasn't Jinx, he knew her in an instant. It wasn't Trish or Anna because there weren't fears of drowning or snakes.
His eyes flickered red and Owen stopped to look up at him, as Trauma read through the door (A horrible, gnarled thing standing outside her window, reaching out to her, willing to hurt her and ready to kill. A body to match a note in handwriting he knew all too well) and he cursed, not able to process it well enough to understand and not really willing to take the time to try.
The world sliding back into color around him as he fought his way back in control, his brain spiraling and he stood on the other side of the door for a long moment. Opening the door. Right.
He didn't want to. This...this was...
He could just turn back around. Ignore this.
But Claudio would probably kill him for it, and Trauma wasn't actually willing to leave someone that freaked out on the doorstep. Despite everything. Despite-...
So, he opened the door.
He recognized her. From sketches, from the one time he'd been able to see into Claudio's head, from her fears and Trauma tried to not be....He tried to not look as confrontational as he felt. The dog at her side was well behaved and Owen took an immediate interest.
Fuck.
"You're..." Trauma started, and failed, and took a breath before continuing. "You're Newo. Right?"
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Date: 2014-09-12 08:17 am (UTC)Trauma had been sitting in the kitchen when he heard the door, Owen coming to tug at him to get his attention. Okay, fine. The damn dog was not going to let him ignore whoever, even when he had a paper due. If it was Trish he was going to kill her. She kept coming by to catch a glimpse of Jinx or to copy his notes and every time Claudio laughed at him because apparently this was what counted to other people as having friends.
When he made his way to the door, something felt off. It wasn't Jinx, he knew her in an instant. It wasn't Trish or Anna because there weren't fears of drowning or snakes.
His eyes flickered red and Owen stopped to look up at him, as Trauma read through the door (A horrible, gnarled thing standing outside her window, reaching out to her, willing to hurt her and ready to kill. A body to match a note in handwriting he knew all too well) and he cursed, not able to process it well enough to understand and not really willing to take the time to try.
The world sliding back into color around him as he fought his way back in control, his brain spiraling and he stood on the other side of the door for a long moment. Opening the door. Right.
He didn't want to. This...this was...
He could just turn back around. Ignore this.
But Claudio would probably kill him for it, and Trauma wasn't actually willing to leave someone that freaked out on the doorstep. Despite everything. Despite-...
So, he opened the door.
He recognized her. From sketches, from the one time he'd been able to see into Claudio's head, from her fears and Trauma tried to not be....He tried to not look as confrontational as he felt. The dog at her side was well behaved and Owen took an immediate interest.
Fuck.
"You're..." Trauma started, and failed, and took a breath before continuing. "You're Newo. Right?"