Damn, balls, damn.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Who: Deb and open. Multiple threads encouraged.
What: Miami girl hates the snow
When: Morning.
Where: The porch of the boarding house.

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Erik had woken up in a strange house. The fact that he'd never woken up anywhere but his own attic room was exciting--and scary--enough. But when he went downstairs and found that there wasn't anyone else there, that was almost liberating.

He could do anything.

Mask firmly in place, Erik--a small, too thin boy of eight or nine--wandered out into the world. It didn't look at all the way he imagined. Mother's rose garden wasn't here, and everything looked wrong. Too much wood, not enough stone. The buildings weren't styled like the ones in the books he snuck up to his room to read. But he was too excited to truly be scared. He was free.

At least until he saw the girl on the porch of the big house. He'd never seen another child before, and he ducked behind the wall to watch her for a minute. She talked funny, and after a moment, he giggled.

"What does it suck?" he asked innocently, stepping out.

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Erik hadn't heard that, ever. "She says if people know I'm here, they won't let us stay. But you're not going to do anything bad to me, are you?"

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Nope. Why would I do something bad to you? Your mom sounds crrrraaaaazzzzzy." The word was drawn out and she performed rings in the air with one finger, signifying exactly how crazy she thought the woman was.

"Come on, have a cookie. I ain't ever seen so many of 'em."

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"She's not crazy," Erik said, but his defiance was quiet. Because... he wasn't quite sure anymore. The girl seemed strange, but not dangerous. And cookies were good, right?

Maybe Mama didn't want him making other friends. Did she want him all to herself?

"Okay," he said, following after her.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Sounds crazy. Who treats their damn kid like that?" Debra wanted to yell at Erik's mama. She headed into the kitchen and used her height to grab several cookies down, and she handed him one quickly.

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Erik took it with a sort of wonder. "Thank you," he said politely, and munched at a corner discretely. "She says she doesn't want me hurt."

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Sounds like she's hurting ya." Deb announced and then she headed to the fridge. When she took the glass milk bottle out, she frowned quickly and stared at it. Well, that weird. "Who puts milk in a glass bottle?" The question was asked and she swished it around a bit... "It's too thick."

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"What are you talking about?" Erik asked, his curiosity allowing him to approach and stand next to her. "What other sort of bottle is there? And too thick for what?"

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Plastic. When ya have plastic bottles they don't break." Debra looked very serious for a minute. "Well, if you let things go bad in 'em they can explode, but they don't shatter into a million pieces." There was a little nod and she swooshed the milk around the bottle.

"But the milk is weird."

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"It's just milk," Erik insisted. "And I don't know what plastic is."

But exploding sounded interesting.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Debra was seriously wondering if this kid was raised in some sort of basement, and when her Dad showed up, she was going to have him call the DSS on Erik's mother, cause this was craaaazy. How did anyone not know what plastic was? That didn't make any damn sense.

"The milk is too thick." She explained, but she poured two glasses anyway. "Our milk is thinner than that." She pointed to the white that clung to the inside clearness of the glass.

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"Your milk," Erik said, "is wrong. Or maybe it comes from something else. Or maybe the icebox is too cold." It hummed, too, which was alarming. Erik examined the milk in the glasses, and picked one up, tasting it. "It's fine."

[fucktonofcoffee]

Well, he tasted it and said it was fine, and when Debra put her nose to the glass, it didn't smell like it had turned bad or anything. However, her gaze was dubious; milk shouldn't be that thick.

When she sipped it, it was careful and slight; the fluid barely passed over her lips. But it didn't taste bad, just different. With that assumed, she dunked one of the cookies inside it and started to much happily.

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Erik stared at her.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"I'm dunking the milk in the cookie. Ain't ya ever done that before?" Deb stared at him and then handed him a sopping chocolate chip cookie with a bite missing.

"Here. Try this."

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It was gross, eating food someone else had eat. Also impolite, dunking food in liquid.

It was also impolite to refuse, Erik though, so he took it gingerly and tested it. His eyes widened behind the mask.

"Oh," he said. "That's nice."