Sesome practically glowed when<span style="font-style: italic">Kazu-chan16</span>seemed to take interest in his same thoughts. That they could talk longer, the fact that the dark haired boy had barely any human contact outside of the other had made this really a life line. The time he was awake didn't feel so lonely. The attention he did receive at home, was not always the best. Cherry was usually ragging on him for one or another or simply dismssive. What was worse, if the parties that went on upstairs included him. Dread usually made him go pale to have to interact with the people that tended to stay around his mother.<br/><br/>They spoke as if he were not there, or worse grabbed at him or picked at him because they knew Cherry didn't give a shit. If anything, she might have told them that before he even came up. His energy meant he couldn't go back down stairs without help, and he didn't want their help. He didn't want them to follow him down there. The basement was usually just his, and his room was usually just his at least recently. The last two years, Cherry had not been having nearly as many parties, and barely anyone slipped down to Sesome. When he was  young, he liked the attention. It was something, but by now. There had been too much, too much of negative things and it made him sick to his stomach just thinking about it. It was easier just to hide away and not be seen even if it meant he was lonely. But now, now he wasn't lonely.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Kazu-chan16</span>was not mean. And even if Sesome was being tricked, again. Everything was virtual, no one could touch him. Nothing could hurt him. He was safe... But it made the times even more lonely when the head set was off. Safety came with another edge, that edge being that any contact ended after the head set came off.<br/><br/>Reading<span style="font-style: italic"> Kazu-chan16</span>'s second message, the other had used those words before. And with a few movies he had watched he got a little bit more of a grip on their meanings, and it had taken a while but he think he could figure out the meanings behind the other's words. Sesome didn't really understand why the other seemed unhappy about being smarter. Sesome himself really wished he was as smart as<span style="font-style: italic">Kazu-chan16</span>'s! Frowning slightly, a wavering feeling he got seeing the other down, his hands idly picked at his wrist band before drawing his long hair up to off of his neck.<br/><br/>Today he wore a loose purple tank top and soft black shorts, his calendar informed him of the seasons, as now did his cheery cyberworld. But his well-maintained basement, he rarely felt the temperature change all year round. Perking up when the other brought up something, something that might make Sesome want to go awat? What? He really liked<span style="font-style: italic">Kazu-chan16</span>. Even if that is all, and the other's animated avatar was the only prescense he had ever seen of the other- he was slightly confused at even the idea of the other thinking he would leave.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Seso.M18260</span>: Of course. Is everything alright??? You don't have to worry. I promise. :)<br/><br/>The "I promise" thing kinda grew on him. It was nothing he normally ever said outloud, but he had watched plenty of conversations and it seemed to put at ease and used freely. But Sesome meant it, and he felt rather anxious about what<span style="font-style: italic"> Kazu-chan16</span>had to say to him. Mainly because the other seemed to tense even through the interface, it seemed like something weighing the other down. Like Seosme coming out more about his medication, or the fact he had legitimately not left the house in the last two years... It wasn't normal... But<span style="font-style: italic">Kazu-chan16</span>went to school, and went out and did all sorts of things... That were, normal. More normal than him.