(I think you are looking for the word, Flannels. He’d suffer but there’d also be a guy that stands up for him and is his frien. That guy may or may not become a love interest.)
Met glanced over at Andre and wandered over to the rack of scarves. He reached out and poked a shimmery blue and silver one, liking how it moved in the light. He could imagine himself wearing it and being warm. Warmth was nice, but at what cost?
(Yeah my brain couldn't think of the word for some reason. Also heck yes. Andre would be a supportive dad and kinda be giddy that Met would be gay lol)
Noticing Met's hesitation, Andre gave a nod. Andre could only hope this would help their future together. The boy still seemed a bit nervous around him…
Met looked back down at the scarf. He took it carefully, holding it in his hands. It shimmered like an ocean wave in his hands. He always wanted to go and see the ocean.
(Do we want to skip to progress this? XD)
(Yesssssssss please.)
The two ended up leaving with a few outfits, a decent enough coat, a pair of shoes, and the shimmering blue scarf that Met already seemed to love. After the short drive, Andre parked in his usual space in front of a tall building with several windows. Despite how large, it seemed to be decently inviting. For a stranger however, it might have been a bit much. Before long, the adult in the pair had already grabbed the shopping bags and lead the taller male into one of the elevators at the sides of the room. Pushing the button for the 6th floor, the small room rose.
Met carefully wrapped the scarf around his neck and peeked out of it like an owl. He glanced nervously at Andre as the elevator rose. Met wasn’t much of a fan of elevators.
As the elevator let out a soft chime, the sliding doors opened. Allowing Met to exit first, Andre guided him towards the left of the hallway. Fishing the door key out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and held it open despite his semi-full hands. A small kitchen lay to the left, bathroom to the right of the entrance. Beyond that lay a modern living space with black couches and a basic 40 inch television. To the right there seemed to be a short hall with two doors opposite each other.
Met looked around and hovered outside of the door, peering over Andre’s shoulder nervously. His icy blue eyes glistening nervously past the blue scarf he wrapped around his face.
There was a wide window, letting in the light, making the room feel more spacious than it probably was. Not noticing Met's hesitation, he had placed the bags on the couch. Turning, he finally noticed the taller man. Calmly smiling at him, he gave a quick motion with his hand.
Met shuffled into the room and neatly shut the door with a nervous pair of large, pale hands. He turned again and stood near the door, rocking on his feet as he looked around.
"Your room would be down the short hall to the left," Andre said cheerfully, already moving on to prepare the two of them lunch. Pausing a moment, he thought it would be a good idea to ask about more of Met's likes and dislikes.
"Anything in particular that you enjoy eating?"
Met looked at Andre nervously as the adult spoke. He shook his head and nuzzled closed into his scarf, scooting across the room and to the hall.
Watching Met scurry, off, Andre decided to make basic sandwiches on the rolls he had purchased from the bakery just yesterday.
Met nosed into his room, peeking around the door. He slowly walked in, jumping at the door creaking on the hinges, actuely aware of everything around him. Were the shadows moving? They looked like they were moving.
Andre sighed to himself. He sure did hope Met would become comfortable in his home. It would make him all the more proud were he to be called dad eventually. If it happened or not, it didn't matter. There was a light clattering of plates as the adult pulled the plates off of the cabinet shelves. Placing each sandwich on their respective plate, he turned to also give each of them a cup of water. Wanting to give Met a few more minutes to look around, Andre placed each plate into the fridge.
Met walked slowly over to the moving shadows, reaching out for one of them. It didn’t jump out and consume his flesh like he expected it to. The shadows were his friends at this home. He wandered around the room for a bit, then slowly out into the kitchen, his icy blue eyes still wide.
Andre turned to speak with the male walking back into the room when he noticed his wide eyes. It was unexpected from the quiet boy and it began to make the adult worry.
"Is everything alright?" he questioned, voice making it extra obvious how concerned he was.
Met snuggled closer into the soft cloth of his scarf and nodded. He didn’t try to calm himself down, just tried to keep hold of himself. The shadows were everything. He didn’t have a reason to be afraid of them…
The adult seemed not to believe the other entirely, but turned to take out their lunch from the fridge anyways. Setting them gently on the counter, he turned to also grab other ingredients in case there was something Met specifically would want.
Met meandered over to the lunch, looking down at it. A pair of sandwiches.
“Do… do you have any pickles?” Met really enjoyed the sharp-smelling vegetable. It helped him focus.
Andre nodded, reaching for the jar that had a fair amount of said vegetable. Setting them on the table as well.
Met sat down at the table and grabbed the jar, hugging it close. He just kinda wanted a hug.
(Aweeee)
The adult chuckled slightly at the action. His mind reminded him about how adoptees usually felt. Appreciative, but lonely in a new place. Even surrounded by others. Not caring anymore, Andre came up behind Met and hugged him gently.
"Just a reminder that you aren't alone in this."
Met blinked up at Andre with confusion, shifting his grip on the jar. No adult has ever hugged him before. Not that he could remember.
“O-okay. Thank you.”
"It's no problem. You still seem a bit anxious so I thought I would remind you," the adult said, offering a light smile. Pulling away for a moment, Andre went to take his own lunch from the counter where he had placed it before getting Met his pickles. Sitting to the boy's left, he began to eat.
Met smiled weakly back and started to eat, numming into the sharp tasting pickles. He loved pickles. He always had them if it were an option.
(Do you wanna skip to his first day at school?)
(If you'd like to, sure. Give me a moment to respond with the start)
(Okay! Yaaay)
Andre was already awake to ensure that Met would wake up on time. Not that he didn't trust him, he just wanted to be sure. Also he kind of wanted to see him off before leaving for his own job later on. Already having coffee made, he sipped on his cupful that was mixed with a touch of cream and sugar. Despite being black, he sure didn't like his drink that way.