The safehouse doesn't feel so safe...

May 28, 2009 00:49

Who: Roscoe, anyone else
Where: Casa del Rory
When: Sometime after this

Eventually Mick had given Roscoe his own room in the house, which was pleasant enough. Small, but cozy, and big enough for his purposes. And a bit tucked away from the other bedrooms so he doesn't have to listen to various Snartsex.

Roscoe feels rather vulnerable in here, though -- hello, Len killed him once, and they both hate each other. He has no powers for now, and will be unwell until all the drugs clear his system. So instead of sleeping on the bed, he slept under it. Most people might find it uncomfortable, but he enjoys being wedged into smallish spaces, for it feels safe and is the next best thing to being hugged (albeit a distant second). One of the psychiatrists told him it's a common coping mechanism for autistics.

However, in the early morning he's terribly thirsty and hungry. The thirst is a lithium side effect, and the hunger is because he'd thrown up everything in his stomach earlier. So he quietly creeps out of his room to find something to eat and drink, hoping he doesn't run into anyone.
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