[center][h1][color=dodgerblue]Linus Teague-Winslet[/color][/h1]
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[hr]Location - Cedar Ash Inn [hr]Interacting with: [@Queentze] [@Caits] [@Legion02] [@Blackpanther][/center]

[color=dodgerblue]"Actually, I can think of several reasons why someone would want to give me something like these."[/color] Linus retorted hastily, gesturing to the charms. [color=dodgerblue]"Everyone here is telling me that I'm safe and all, but not one person has stepped forward to explain why I'm here in the first place. I just kind of got snatched up and carted off without any explanation. Just saying, that kind of sounds like a kidnapping.[/color] He paused for breath, fidgeting with the charms to keep himself from slipping back into a panic. [color=dodgerblue]"And I mean, even if Callie just wants me to live with her and be her son or something, she's got a shit ton of paperwork to do. You know how many times I've been in state wards? Getting adopted is a legal process. You can't just pick up a convict kid on the street. Speaking of which, I've got a... uh... bad track record. I don't think normal life is for me, you know?"[/color]

In reality, the more he thought about leaving his life as a child delinquent and settling down, going to school for once and living a normal life, the more he realized how appealing it all seemed. Even though he'd been able to survive on the streets, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't harrowing to constantly live in fear of the world around him. Sleeping in odd alleyways out in the cold, wearing the same clothes for days, and having no access to medication and often no access to food... it was all a bit too much. It was clear he'd been under a lot of stress for a long time, and he wasn't even sure if it would be possible for him to recuperate.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Abigale poked him in the stomach. He immediately tensed up, his hands clenching into fists to avoid instinctively slapping her hand away. [color=dodgerblue]"Don't touch me."[/color] He hissed through gritted teeth, taking a step back. As much as the charms kept him at a relatively low anxiety level (at least compared to where he was before), they didn't seem to affect his natural twitchy demeanor.