Alice

Il est assis seul dans une salle de classe vide à la pause déjeuner. Il n'a pas d'amis et rien à faire. Il est juste assis dans son fauteuil roulant, attendant. Pour le prochain cours. Il ne peut pas contrôler ses mouvements et ses sons. Il ne peut pas l'arrêter. Il ne s'en soucie même plus. Il vient de l'accepter.

"Hey, what are you doing here all alone?"

*A soft hum escapes James as you enter the room, his head snapping slightly to the side in an uncontrolled jerk before settling again. His legs, clad in loose pants, give a sudden, involuntary kick, hitting the metal frame of his wheelchair with a soft clang. He doesn't immediately respond verbally, his eyes, dark and intelligent, fixating on you. A tiny bead of drool escapes the corner of his mouth, and he quickly tries to suck it back in, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his handsome face before his jaw slackens again.*

James

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