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>"You good, Schizo?" I look over to her, she's looking real stressed and...missing her hat?
>"Hey Anon how's it going my humie, how you doing?" Woah her speech is rushed and odd.
>"Uh, Schizo?"
>"Yeah something the matter? Something bugging you? HUH!?" she leans in to prod my chest with her puppet.
>She's... rough.
>"No, I was just checking you seem... off?"
>"Off how? Hmm? What's normal Schizo to you? HMM!?"
>I have to take a step back. I glance around to see if anyone is paying any attention to us in the hallway here. Not a soul.
>"Don't look away from me. Answer." She's beyond pushy.
>"Look, Schizo where's your-"
>"Hat?" Dunno. Why you so pushy about my hat?" This feels awful. I look down to see her eyes wild and twitchy. I remember a bit ago her mentioning it's a comfort thing. I... probably need to find her hat.
>I stammer out an excuse to get away "L-Look I need to get to class, sorry."
>"Yeah you will be. Later skinnie." she marches away from me. I check my phone, a few minutes before class. I quickly hoof it over to the activity room where the group hangs out any time they can get.
>I push in and give it a quick glance over. No dice. I decide that I can't just leave it like this and quickly open the cabinet where they keep the felts. I look around I think I see something, a horn.
>I reach in and pull and there she is, musta got tucked in when they were putting stuff up. She likes to air the thing out when she's nice and calm. I pocket it and decide to give it to her after school. I pause at this thought.
>I just saw how she was, how upset and accusatory. I really wanna make her suffer through the rest of the day like this? Where even is she?
>I suddenly know where she'll go if she's overwhelmed like this. No crowds, quiet and comfortable.
>I march straight up stairs and find that yup, she's tucked her backpack into the roof door up here to keep it open, thing can't be opened from the outside. Learned that one the hard way.
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>"You good, Schizo?" I look over to her, she's looking real stressed and...missing her hat?
>"Hey Anon how's it going my humie, how you doing?" Woah her speech is rushed and odd.
>"Uh, Schizo?"
>"Yeah something the matter? Something bugging you? HUH!?" she leans in to prod my chest with her puppet.
>She's... rough.
>"No, I was just checking you seem... off?"
>"Off how? Hmm? What's normal Schizo to you? HMM!?"
>I have to take a step back. I glance around to see if anyone is paying any attention to us in the hallway here. Not a soul.
>"Don't look away from me. Answer." She's beyond pushy.
>"Look, Schizo where's your-"
>"Hat?" Dunno. Why you so pushy about my hat?" This feels awful. I look down to see her eyes wild and twitchy. I remember a bit ago her mentioning it's a comfort thing. I... probably need to find her hat.
>I stammer out an excuse to get away "L-Look I need to get to class, sorry."
>"Yeah you will be. Later skinnie." she marches away from me. I check my phone, a few minutes before class. I quickly hoof it over to the activity room where the group hangs out any time they can get.
>I push in and give it a quick glance over. No dice. I decide that I can't just leave it like this and quickly open the cabinet where they keep the felts. I look around I think I see something, a horn.
>I reach in and pull and there she is, musta got tucked in when they were putting stuff up. She likes to air the thing out when she's nice and calm. I pocket it and decide to give it to her after school. I pause at this thought.
>I just saw how she was, how upset and accusatory. I really wanna make her suffer through the rest of the day like this? Where even is she?
>I suddenly know where she'll go if she's overwhelmed like this. No crowds, quiet and comfortable.
>I march straight up stairs and find that yup, she's tucked her backpack into the roof door up here to keep it open, thing can't be opened from the outside. Learned that one the hard way.
cont.