Writing an app for hollyheights

[cantouchtheair]

So let me get this straight. You were going to put Agnes in this place but then you put two other people there instead. And now you want to send me there?

Yeah. Sounds like a great plan.

Well, at least you're not thinking of sending Agnes anymore.

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[truffulacide]

Hey, be grateful! That place doesn't look half bad. As far as nuthouses go, I'd give it two and half stars; less mayhem and death to worry about.

[cantouchtheair]

And less family. Yeah, I should really be grateful for that, right?

[truffulacide]

You should if you like living. I'd rather be lonely than end up with half of my organs missing.

[although he's probably just saying that because he's so used to being that way to begin with.]

[cantouchtheair]

I don't know about you but I don't think my mun would ever sink that low. At least not when it comes to kids.

[truffulacide]

Luuuucky. I bet mine's the same way. Maybe she just hates us poor grown-ups.

[he blows a wayward strand of hair out of his face, crossing his arms and pouting about it for a minute or so, before:]

I wish I was a kid again.

[cantouchtheair]

It's not all easy being a kid, you know. [Frowning hardcore.]

[truffulacide]

I never said it was, but it's a lot easier than being an adult by comparison. You don't get slack for sleeping in, for starters!

[cantouchtheair]

Obviously you don't know Miss Hattie.

[truffulacide]

I take it she's not one of your biggest fans?

[cantouchtheair]

She ran the home for girls where my sisters and I lived.

...She wasn't anyone's biggest fan.

[truffulacide]

[oh great. way to make him feel guilty now.]

Must've been rough. I'm sorry.

[cantouchtheair]

[She shrugs.]

We made it work. And now we've got a real home, so that doesn't really matter anymore.

[truffulacide]

Good to hear. Everyone deserves a home, especially when they're young enough to need it most. Trust me, you don't wanna be my age and still wandering around looking for yours; it's ridiculously unfun.

[cantouchtheair]

You don't have a home?

[truffulacide]

Oh, I do now even if it's kind of awful but I didn't before, not for the longest time. I lived in a forest, and before that, a wagon.

Not the kind of places you'd be able to watch TV at or spread out with a bag of chips.

[cantouchtheair]

What about family? [Because that's the most important part!]

[truffulacide]

[he offers an evasive smile.] We've never been on the same wavelength.

[cantouchtheair]

Well, I don't just mean the one you were born with. Isn't there anyone you'd consider real family?

[truffulacide]

You mean closer than being just friends?

[hoo boy. that's a tricky one. maybe he would have a long time ago, but he sorta has a track record for running people like that away. and if he hasn't already, it's inevitable that he does, so...]

...Maybe, but they - [a pause.] They don't really...count anymore. I mean, when you haven't seen them for a really, really long time, they wouldn't, would they? You wouldn't even be able to consider them...well, anything anymore.

[cantouchtheair]

I don't know. Maybe it would be harder, but you still care about them, right?

[truffulacide]

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

[cantouchtheair]

Then I think it still counts.

[truffulacide]

I don't think he'd feel the same way. I...

[deep breath. he crosses his arms, looking mighty self-conscious.]

...I messed up, big time. Even if I still care, I don't know if he does. I thought if I took responsibility for it, he might come back. That's how it usually works, doesn't it?

[cantouchtheair]

Did you try to fix whatever it was that you did?

[truffulacide]

Yeah, still am. It's not knowing whether or not it's working that's the hard part.

[cantouchtheair]

Is there anyway to figure out if it is working?

[truffulacide]

[he shakes his head, mutely.]

[cantouchtheair]

Never?

[truffulacide]

If it was, I'd know by now.

[cantouchtheair]

How?

[truffulacide]

Look, can't you just take my word for it? I'd know!

[cantouchtheair]

I guess. It's your choice whether to tell someone something or not.