Dax Working Out In The Gym/Shower/In His Room with Flower and Anna(A GIANT?!)

[_dax]

Dax had long ago finished the dishes, leaving them to dry in the rack before he left the Extra Cafe. He had taken a stroll around the second floor, keeping his eyes open as he watched everyone moving around, going about their business. His mind was lost on the things Salene had told him before the kids had suddenly arrived, mulling it over,

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[_dax]

Dax sighed when they called him Mr. Giant, he supposed out of all of the nicknames he could have, that one wasn't so bad. He moved back into his room and gathered his dirty clothes, stopping to look in the mirror at his face, giving himself a half smile, it really wasn't his fault he was so tall, and he should really be used to people pointing it out. He remembered back to the first time he met Charles, and then the Guardian...

"My word, you are a strapping young man! How tall are you boy?" Charles looked him up and down, watching his face for a reaction, making sure his eyes didn't travel down to meet his own.

"I don't know sir, I haven't been measured in a long time," Dax had replied, shrugging and keeping his eyes forward. He'd never thought about it, his height had just been a part of him, no one had ever made such a point of voicing their opinions.

"No that won't do, we'll have to see what we can do about getting you measured for your robe, a giant in the organization!" Charles had slapped him on the back and walked on, talking to the next recruit, and Dax had stood there, gulping, thinking over everything that had just gone on.

Even then he'd been taunted, by the other recruits, by Charles constantly, and the few times Dax had been granted audience with the Guardian he'd always brought up his size and stature, but Dax hadn't cared, he'd acted as if it all rolled off of his back like water on a duck. It didn't matter, not really, but now the cute little faerie girls had brought up memories he hated to revisit, and he knew his hunger was playing a part in that. He knew it wasn't his fault, the Chosen had messed up his mind, maybe Trudy would be willing to talk today. She'd surprisingly helped him sort out so much, gotten his brain to feel...normal again, something he never thought would happen, especially after the way she'd attacked May and yelled at him that day, forbidding him from going around Brady, but sometimes a person found a friend in the oddest places, and Dax was glad he'd listened to Mouse that day. The Mallrats were his salvation, he really believed that.

Dax closed the door to his room, hitting the lights on the way out, and stopping to toss his clothes into the hampers near the washers and dryers before heading to the Main Cafe.