Boys Dorm Room 4 {SASCHA & RICHARD}

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(OOC: Start Tue 6:12)

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The night before was likely far in the past to the still sleeping boy. Indeed, one could never really know if he would wake up remembering the previous night's occurrence, or whether or not Richard would come to remember things later. Certainly, in this moment, he didn't entirely remember any good reason he should be waking up. No, it was rather pleasant, nestled warmly under the covers, and he nestled in under them more fully, fighting the slow emergence of his mind back into the waking world. It was so nice sleeping, not that he was thinking any such thing; no, Richie simply wanted to continue as he was.

However, though he might have wanted to sleep indefinitely, the fact was that he was starting to wake up. Maybe it was because of a dream he had had, or a strange thought or feeling that had roused him. Then again, it could have been that some moderately ingrained sense of an internal schedule had his mind subconsciously connecting that yes it was time to wake up. Whatever the case, Richie did slowly start to wake, and for a while, simply laid in bed with his eyes shut still. It was peaceful, pleasant, and yet wonderfully warm. Some might have registered that it might have been warmer than it should have been. Not Richie though, he only felt that it was wonderful.

Eventually his eyes opened, and his gaze slowly moved to take in the room. What an odd room. There seemed to be a great deal going on with it. There was no sense of panic over his not being quite sure where he was. No, Richie merely took in his surroundings, and at least for a while, allowed himself to to enjoy the temporary silence within his own mind. It really was nice under the covers.

The shifting of the other boy drew his attention to the warm body that was settled in against his own. Things had been progressing for Richie in general, but even more so with Sascha. Not that he could keep track of any sign of his own progress, but the newness of his environment had begun to wear down. Even if he didn't always know where he was, the tenancy of looking for old places and staff members from his former 'home' was lessening. He had even recalled a staff member's name from one of the actual staff from Daniel Grey... well for a moment or two. All this was mostly getting back to the point he had been at his former facility. With Sascha though, things had progressed more quickly.

At first the other boy had been the same as the others. Richie would typically have no idea who he was. With the nearly constant, and overwhelmingly positive association that had built itself between the pair of them though, he had soon began to 'understand' that Sascha was someone safe, even when he didn't remember anything about the other boy. When he was in one of his other 'realities' Richie was most open to Sascha's suggestions on the scenarios he found himself in, and had even gotten to the point of referencing him by name (the correct one at that) when the other wasn't around.

So, as his attention was captured, and Sascha spoke, there was no sense of uncertainty or overt concern over how the other boy had wound up in what may or may not have been his bed. No, his arm only shifted to stay wrapped around the smaller male as he moved. He couldn't, at this moment, recall the other's name, but he could feel that yes, this boy belonged precisely where he was.

"Yes... how far do you think we will go today?", he asks in an easy tone that suggested this was not a random question, that indeed it should make complete sense to the other that he was asking it. One did have to wonder just where he thought they were going, and why. The nips and other signs of affection the other offered didn't go unnoticed, and prompted Richie to reach with his other arm to pull the covers up over them a bit better, to keep the other warm and comfortable. At this point, it was likely he was completely unaware that they had a schedule to keep, or at least had an entirely different 'schedule' in mind. It was probably a good thing that Daniel Grey had the patients paired up, Sascha, no doubt, saved the staff a considerable amount of time with having to prod Richie along to wherever he was supposed to go... well if one didn't count any times where Sacha might have decided to indulge him in whatever fantasy took him away from where he was expected to be.

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Breakfast did sound like a good idea. They would need their energy before they headed out. So, after a moment, Richie nodded some, the gesture slow as he, no doubt, pieced things together in his head. After a moment, he very carefully extricated himself from the other boy, and if it was so allowed, would tuck the covers in around Sascha once more, so he would stay warm. Yes, it was very important for this boy to stay warm; cold wasn't something one should take lightly. Of course, it didn't occur to him that it wasn't cold enough in the room to warrant such precautions, no obviously it was important. One could die from the cold after all.

"Yes... I'll get things ready before we eat", he offers easily. First thing on the agenda, was getting dressed. So, if unhindered, he would go about changing underwear first of all. A habit he followed consistently. Not so consistent was the showering, but he usually did it every day, even if once in awhile he just zoned out, while letting the water fall over him. Today, apparently, wasn't such a day, or whatever 'goal' he had in mind didn't allow for it. Next, a black compression shirt went on under a charcoal lace up hoodie. Well, it might not have a lace in it anymore, Richie wasn't suicidal, but that didn't mean someone else in the facility wasn't, and Richie wasn't exactly all that difficult to persuade into giving his things up. Then, oddly enough, loose, white sweat pants.

He placed, in his mind, the idea that he would have to brush his teeth and hair, but first he had to 'get things ready'. Moving to the bed they hadn't occupied, Richie stripped the thing of its upper blanket. Once that was accomplished, he removed the sheet, and folded it into a quarter of it's size. Satisfied, and he would then begin to place things on said sheet. More clothes for one, but also any other thing in their room that he might find 'useful'. Just where were all the things they needed anyway? Clearly they had the rest of their 'gear' elsewhere and would grab it on the way out. Yes, that made sense, it must be so. If Sascha still was so kind as to let him continue, he would then begin to bunch the corners of the sheet together over their things. Yes, they were almost ready to head out. Once they had breakfast, brushed their teeth and found the rest of their gear and packed it up, they would be on their way. They had to set a strict pace, Richie was sure of that, it was that or spend the night outside. He might not mind that, but it was best if 'the other boy' had shelter for the night. Once socks were in place, Richie considered his footwear in a rather perplexed way. The slip on shoes didn't seem right to him, not good footwear at all. Certainly these weren't his shoes (though of course they were).

Today was looking like it might be a difficult one for his instructors and councilors. Oh, he was an agreeable sort, but getting him to focus on therapy or class time tended be hit or miss. Class was the more troublesome of the two, as going through one of his 'episodes' had no use in such a setting, at least with therapy, well maybe the staff member involved could find, whatever, he was expressing useful. When he was focused (on reality), he was actually rather skilled at accomplishing the academic tasks set before him... well until he was lost again. However, the thing was, it could be a bad sign for the day ahead, when first thing in the morning Richie had himself in a reality this far removed from the situation his life was in.