forum "I'm used to being seen through but it feels so bad when it happens with you." // OxO // CLOSED! (Stalkers get ravioli)

Started March 19, 2021 by Deleted user

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Beckett didn't notice the other watching him, content to just stay curled up and laugh softly at the jokes made onscreen.

Simon sighed, then got up and wandered through the house, shaking out his hands. It was so weird to talk to someone. To interact with people.

God, it'd been a long day. Everything felt normal and fine, but Beckett still knew this was insane. Despite that so many horrifying things had happened today, he still found himself curling into the corner of the couch with a soft sigh, beginning to doze off. It wouldn't be the first night he slept on the sofa, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Simon sat on the kitchen floor, crossed his legs and settled in to watch Zelda mess around for. . . six hours. Until Beckett usually woke up. It was still boring, but much better than how it used to be, when Beckett hadn't moved in. Besides, he'd gotten used to it.

When Beckett eventually awoke, it was at 7:28 AM to cat feet on his chest. His glasses had fallen off at some point, and now laid on the floor just far enough away that he was pretty sure Zelda had batted them around at some point in the night. The sun streaming through the windows gave the room a soft orange hue, lighting the room beautifully. Or so Beckett would assume. He couldn't really see over Zelda, who was now spinning in slow circles as she tried to get comfortable. Eventually she settled on his chest, purring softly as Beckett pet her, content in how his morning was going so far.

Simon tipped his head, watching Zelda. "Good morning," He said mildly to Beckett. He laid on the linoleum and let his arms flop outward.

Beckett blinked owlishly at the other, grabbing his glasses and slipping them back onto his face. He'd half expected to wake up and find that he had imagined Simon and their interaction the night before, but there he was, sprawled out on the linoleum a few feet away. "Mm, g'morning. You don't have to lay on the floor, you know. It's uncomfortable and probably covered in cat hair."

"I'm noncorporeal. Cat hair isn't exactly concerning to me. And I always lay on the floor. You just couldn't see me."

"I-I forgot about that part," he mumbled. "You really just… lay on the floor all the time?" Beckett sat on the floor occasionally, but not constantly. That'd get uncomfortable after a while. Plus blankets and couches and beds were too comfy to resist. He'd expected that Simon would've sat on them too.

"It isn't like I have anything else to do. I can't really feel it anyway." Simon watched the ceiling with detached interest.

Beckett sighed heavily, scooting to the side slightly and ignoring Zelda's soft noise of protest. He was still laying down, but there was now enough room for another person on the couch. "C'mon, Si. Sit down." He was still drowsy, but he was awake enough to process that Simon had to be at least a bit uncomfy on the floor. Probably.

"Don't ever. Call. Me. Si," Simon said. "Ever." Regardless, Simon sat on the arm of the couch, glaring at Beckett.

He laughed, nudging Simon with his foot playfully. "Whatever you say, Si." Beckett hadn't meant to give him a nickname, it'd just slipped out. That happened often when he was tired.

Simon frowned. "I'm beginning to regret my life choices," he said ruefully.

Beckett chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds about right." As he brainstormed other strange and hilarious nicknames to give Simon, Zelda strutted across the couch and headbutted his knee. The scene was strangely wholesome.

"I'm going to the attic," Simon announced, got up and went up the stairs without another word.

"W-huh? Why?" Confused about the sudden change, Beckett scrambled to his feet and awkwardly followed. He didn't have anything better to do anyway.

"Because I'm bored, and I can tell that you're about to call me something like 'Spooky-boy' or 'Muffin Tin.' Simon glanced back at Beckett.

"Spooky-boy." Beckett snickered quietly to himself at that one. "I haven't been up to the attic in months, what up there is entertaining?" He supposed there might be old board games or clothes, but there couldn't be much.

"The window. I can see the street behind us from there. I like to sit by it." He shrugged.

"O-oh!" It made sense in hindsight, that Simon would enjoy watching the street. He said he couldn't leave the house, so that was kind of the next best thing. "…D-did you want to be alone? 'C-cause I can totally go back d-downstairs if you want-"

Simon shrugged. “As long as you’re quiet, you can come with me.” He sat cross-legged in front of the window, arms on the windowsill.

"…Okay." He slowly took a seat next to Simon, hugging his knees to his chest. He'd never really just… watched out the window before, it was peaceful. A bird flew by every now and then, and people strolled by on the sidewalks with an occasional dog. It was nice.

Simon watched the outside world carefully, taking mental notes of what was happening. "I wish I could go outside," he said sadly.

Beckett lip quirked up a bit at Simon's attempt at conversation after telling him to be quiet. He didn't say anything about it, though. "If it's okay for me to ask… why can't you?"

"I'm linked to this house. When I try to leave, I just reappear inside the house." He glanced at Beckett. "Why are you smiling?"

"N-nothing! No reason." He pretended to clear his throat to cover up a soft chuckle. "That, uh- that really sucks. If there's anything you want, I could get some more entertaining things for you to do!"

Simon shrugged. "Some new books would be nice. I've read all of the ones you have at least twice."

Beckett's eyes widened and he grinned. "Oh! We could get some from the shop!" He'd almost forgotten that he worked at a book store. His face fell just as quickly upon remembering that Simon would never be able to see it. "I kinda wish you could just go there too, but… We'll figure something out. I can bring some home."

"Alright," Simon said and resumed looking out the window. "It's going to rain soon. And you should go to work."