One step, two steps, three steps. Stop.
Tap once, tap twice, tap three times. Stop.
Chew once. Chew Twice. Chew thrice. Swallow.
The others don't follow his pattern, they walk randomly and chew in even numbers. It makes his stomach lurch and flutter with something he couldn't quite place. He would tap his thumb and ring finger together, once, twice, thrice.
He was summoned for a video, gesture three times. Smile.
Sink down once - come back when the video had stopped and do it another two times.
Flick his light switch on three times, flick it off another three. Repeat until it felt right.
Unsheathe his sword three times. Pick up his fork three times. Open the fridge three times. Wash the dishes, one two three times. Dry them, once twice thrice.
Always turn around the third corner, always sit on the third cushion. He brushes his hair three times, rolls his socks up three times.
Everything is done one two three times, if it wasn't then it felt wrong and it would bug him for the rest of the day.
One worded answers must be said three times. Yes, yes, yes. Maybe, maybe, maybe. No, no, no.
Make the bed, unmake it, make it, unmake it, make it.
Lay in bed, get out, lay in bed, get out, lay in bed. Sleep.
One two three, just like it was meant to be.
But then it wasn't, then it was one two three four and his whole world fell apart. Everything was wrong wrong wrong.
... Wrong.
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SORRY THIS IS VENT WRITING AHHH.
