Recreyo Scenes

I Don't Want The World To See Me | Christian & Kristine

Another short scene I wrote, but it's actually from a bit ago. Maybe a few weeks? I just know I wrote it before the other Christian & Kristine scene. In fact, I wrote that other one because I didn't like this one. Buuut I finished it, so I guess I'll post it for you guys. I'll make sure to write different duos/characters next time lol, there's barely any variety in these fics. (In my defense, Christian's the one with the most lore next to Chilly, so..)

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It's eerily quiet as Christian creeps into the hallway, eyes half-lidded, and his mind clearly in a daze.

He has no balance whatsoever, going from walls to walls to support himself as he travels through his home. It feels more like a jungle though, and he curses himself for having picked his bedroom to be at the very end of the hall.

But he can make it, he tells himself. If he can't, it's funny for whoever will find him, laying unconscious on the ground.

Yeah... funny.

Christian grits his teeth, feeling a spike of pain shoot up in his temples. His hand curls up around the back of his head, hair bunching up in between his fingers as he winces.

He needs to get back into bed, he somehow manages to think through the pain.

Before he can trudge forward, he is interrupted. There's a girl standing in his way, hands clasped over one another.

"Christian? Are you okay?" Kristine's voice is gentle and kind- for whatever reason, Christian instinctively tenses upon hearing it.

"..'M fine... I think I just..."

He can't tell her that he's been getting more and more daring with his trips. To tell the truth, he couldn't stand his own mistakes right now. How was he to admit them out loud?

Kristine grants him some mercy, "You don't need to tell me, actually. Do you want some help?"

"That'd be nice.. I just need to get to bed."

Nodding, Kristine struts over and allows him to lean some of his weight onto her shoulder. She walks him to his door, and in their silence, Christian's nearly convinced he's already fallen asleep. That this is all just a dream.

"Here."

"...Oh, thanks."

Christian huffs, pulling himself through the doorway by holding onto the wall. Kristine watches.

"You can tell us if you need anything. You know that?"

"Ah... yeah, of course." Christian smiles over his shoulder as he replies, voice monotone and personality absent. He can tell Kristine isn't convinced by it, too- her eyebrows slants a little, like she's offended he thinks he can fool her.

Still, she doesn't press on it.

As the door closes behind him, neither of them say any sort of goodbye.