[When Max comes by, Basil is in bed. He's curled up on his side, not sleeping even though he technically could...but instead he just lays there, feeling. Pretty damn bad, actually.
It's been a rough couple days. Between the new changes and all of the trouble that's been causing, Basil has felt a bit...isolated, to put it simply. Back home that was an intentional thing- he isolated himself on purpose- but here? He really feels it, when he's alone. And...Sunny's continued behavior notwithstanding, it's hard for Basil to not notice that Max- the one person who has been with him in his corner this whole time- has been...or at least it feels like she's been avoiding him. Not completely ignoring him outright, but there have been times when she's definitely brushed him off, or opted to go someplace on her own when Basil might have come along with.
He doesn't feel like he needs to be with her all the time, or even some of the time. They're often apart, doing their own thing...but...he doesn't know how to explain it. It's just been different, and it hurts especially now that he's stuck in this deer body, craving the social aspect and yet not having an outlet.
Did he do something wrong? Was his behavior at Shoyo's party finally too much? Did Max realize that he's...he's just...
He grips his pillow harder, curling up around it with his face pressed against it. He lays there like that for a long time, almost long enough to completely space out, when the sudden knock on his door startles him into sitting up immediately.]
...Max?
[It's scary. It's the same thing she'd said the day that awful violin poured into his bedroom and smothered them both. Yet, that doesn't stop him from all but tumbling out of bed, tripping over his own root-feet in his haste to get to the door and open it.]
I-I'm here- [He breathes, and- oh- he can't forget that she is the one who is a Gargoyle now. The sight of her is enough to almost take his breath away, his ears drooping over his shoulders.] What's wrong, did something happen...?
cw: self depreciation, emotional dysregulation
It's been a rough couple days. Between the new changes and all of the trouble that's been causing, Basil has felt a bit...isolated, to put it simply. Back home that was an intentional thing- he isolated himself on purpose- but here? He really feels it, when he's alone. And...Sunny's continued behavior notwithstanding, it's hard for Basil to not notice that Max- the one person who has been with him in his corner this whole time- has been...or at least it feels like she's been avoiding him. Not completely ignoring him outright, but there have been times when she's definitely brushed him off, or opted to go someplace on her own when Basil might have come along with.
He doesn't feel like he needs to be with her all the time, or even some of the time. They're often apart, doing their own thing...but...he doesn't know how to explain it. It's just been different, and it hurts especially now that he's stuck in this deer body, craving the social aspect and yet not having an outlet.
Did he do something wrong? Was his behavior at Shoyo's party finally too much? Did Max realize that he's...he's just...
He grips his pillow harder, curling up around it with his face pressed against it. He lays there like that for a long time, almost long enough to completely space out, when the sudden knock on his door startles him into sitting up immediately.]
...Max?
[It's scary. It's the same thing she'd said the day that awful violin poured into his bedroom and smothered them both. Yet, that doesn't stop him from all but tumbling out of bed, tripping over his own root-feet in his haste to get to the door and open it.]
I-I'm here- [He breathes, and- oh- he can't forget that she is the one who is a Gargoyle now. The sight of her is enough to almost take his breath away, his ears drooping over his shoulders.] What's wrong, did something happen...?