My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 22 - Blind?

~Chilled's POV~

"Chilled? Is it really fine for you to be here?" Gassy suddenly asks but I just shrug, staring off into the dark space, only harsh lights visible only slightly. Because of this I'm staring directly at the light bulb in the sky as bad as it might be for my eyes it's somethign different from the god damn darkness I've been seeing constantly.

"I dunno, As long as I don't try to move anywhere I should be fine, right?" I ask, smiling in the direction I think Gassy is in but I feel his hand pull my shoulder to spinning me around in the stool and facing a new direction. I laugh nervously in the new direction I think Gassy is in but I can just clearly hear him sigh, worried with my carefree attitude despite being nearly entirely blind.

"Just don't blame us when you lose a leg out here," Diction complains from off in the distance making me roll my eyes.

"I'd be pretty fucking talented to lose a leg in a plushy shop," I call out while imagining several scenarios. Ze allowed me to be here today as long as I continue to sit on the same stool and don't move no matter what. I've obliged thus far, so I really think I can be safe in such a place especially with Gassy and Diction watching after me. The door behind me opens just as I begin spinning in many circles on my stool, bored in the darkness but I'm suddenly halted and pulled into a tight perfume smelling hug.

"Oh my dear boy! How sad you look!" Mrs. Pennington practically yells in my sensitive ears, making me jump but I still return the hug, having not seen - or I guess heard Mrs. Pennington since I've gotten here, although I'm sure Ze told her about the whole situation.

"You're strangling the poor boy darling," Mr. Pennington says from farther away and the tight hug suddenly leaves me alone and staring off into the space I think they're standing at.

"I haven't seen you since you came back boy, you should have come out from your hidy hole sooner," Mr. Pennington calls out, slapping his hand on my back roughly before pulling me into a tight hug, even tighter than Mrs. Pennington's. This one just has the capability to strangle me but he lets me go a lot sooner than expected leaving me gasping for air.

"Anywyas, I heard there were new people over, is this true?" Mrs. Pennington calls out and I nod, continuing to spin in circles now that Mrs. Pennington can't yell at me for being inappropiate since yelling at a blind man is just rude.

"Yep, Ze's showing them to their new house - my old house," I explain as I slowly spin to a stop and glance in the direction I think they're in. "I think Ze's going to bring them to the shop when they're done over there," I explain further as Mr. Pennington holds onto my shoulder and spins me to a new direction so that I'm likely facing the correct way this time. Somehow it seems as if the doll shop is the place to go to whenever you're new to town, not that I mind since it only gets us more business by introducing the new guys here first. You always gain a connection to the first place you've been to after all. And I heard the family has a little girl, perfect for this type of shop. I feel my evil marketing side come up when I think about the methods I'd use with her mother to try and get her to buy the entire shop.

"Is Adam not planning on returning?" Mrs. Pennington suddenly asks and I immediately freeze. Today I've been doing an excelletn job avoiding thoughts of him but if Mrs. Pennington mentions him so suddenly my mind goes around the many memories I've made with Adam in a painful flash. I've avoided any sort of referece to Adam, any sentence using the work Adam, I even stay away from bananas nowadays. I just don't want to think about him anymore now that I'm pretty sure he's not returning anytime soon. He must have heard from someone by now that I'm blind and he still doesn't care anyways. Even if he hasn't and he suddenly does and comes over out of pity I would hate that he's only be coming out of pity on his previous lover. Oh, well, is lover the right word? Did we ever really go to that stage? I'm not even sure, neither of us really said we loved the other person. I mean, love is a very serious word. Right now, if I were to describe what I felt for Nanners in the past, it would definitely be love though.