sorry lenka (week 3 wednesday)

[Lenka says "find someplace easier to be" and Chuuta runs. He wants wings, he wants to fly so far and so fast that he gets out of this camp, but he doesn't ask for wings and so he just sprints to the cabin and slams the door behind him. He can't lock the door, can't barricade it, can't do anything to keep people out because this is a shared space and he can't lock his cabinmates out. He has wings, for just a second, enough to boost him up onto his upper bunk and back into the corner.

He's shaking from the tension of the whole situation, the feeling of someone watching him, the feeling of a target on his back.]

[Chuuta? Are you okay?]

Y-yeah. I think we're safe. I think we're okay. I don't think anyone's following us.

[Drew didn't hurt him.]

I know. Thanks. We can't hurt anyone here.

[Drew doesn't have a temper.]

I know that, but... I don't know why you attacked him. He wasn't trying to hurt us.

[...]

[Nothing. Drew has no real answer for him, and Chuuta doesn't like that. It's weird, it feels kind of dangerous not knowing why Drew reacted like that. Drew's always been a kind of stabilizing presence, if only because he's so weird. But this is messing with Drew too.

Chuuta doesn't move, and he doesn't know how long he's sitting there when someone opens the door and he snaps back to attention with a jolt.]