What a weird little guy Octo is! No ones ever seen his caregiver before. How COOL is that!? Though, its not like he needs one anyways, Octo gets by just fine. Any little would feel incompetent just standing next to him. But what they dont realize, i...
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Once Bonding Hour was over, David and his team of Residents led our group back through the bright halls to our room. A lot of the other Littles seemed excited after their very first bonding session and the whole corridor was filled with their loud voices.
"The Caregivers were so super nice to me! I love being a Little!" a pigtailed girl excitedly told her friend.
"Me too! I almost can't decide which one I want to pair with!" a freckled girl replied with equal enthusiasm.
I, on the other hand, was frankly, exhausted. At some point during the session I suddenly began feeling very sleepy. Might have been because of the zero sleep I got the night before, I couldn't help it, the nerves were eating at me. Every time my head began dropping onto the table I would remember all the perks I'd be missing out on if I didn't manage to find a pair soon.
Besides that my whole day was spent lying through my teeth to every single Carer-In-Training that approached me and Rory's table. I tried as much as possible to maintain the story I told Reese from earlier about my Little Intelligence, though I added a few useful bits like how I didn't like to talk much either. Just so I had a little more time to perfect my regressed kiddy voice. They were all pretty impressed. Two Caregivers -a preppy looking set of twins- even asked if I would form a pair with them and be their Little. It briefly jolted me from my sleepy state and I quickly told them I'd think about it (not).
I might have felt bad at the beginning but by the end I was sort of proud of myself. Hopefully I'd spun a web of lies thick enough to be a strong foundation for my time here at Pare Quentin and I won't have to lie every other sentence. It's chipping away at my consciousness.
At some point Rory must have regressed again but I hardly remember anything. Actually most of the details of everything were fuzzy. I'd ask him about it later, right now I just wanted sleep until my next class.
I dragged myself through the energetic crowd, and made a beeline for my room as soon as I spotted it. Oddly, a hunched figure stood close to my door. Some Resident about to ask me a hundred questions to be sure.
As I neared the door, the person's figure became more apparent. It was David, looking over a clipboard intensely. I tried not to make too much sound as I passed by him, but that obviously worked perfectly.
"Hey, Octo." he said flatly, eyes still occupied. I slowed in my tracks and turned to face him.
"Hey, Mr. David, sir." I replied.
I knew it would be rude to just walk right past while he stood there even though I felt justified in doing so, so we stood there for a few minutes in silence (relative to the crowded hallway around us) until he eventually seemed to finish up with whatever he was writing and cleared his throat.
"Alrighty." he said, facing me. He gestured towards the door. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you wait. Shall we?"
