thoughts? can I call them that? Idk

That’s wonderful! I’m glad you’ve decided to share your gift here. I’m sure there’s several people who can give you some feedback. And of course, most of us are very mentally unstable and if we say we’re not, we’re either lying to ourselves or trying to deny it.

Friends? Family? You can try out some names until you find one you like. We’ll be here when you’re ready. @DklfINeedHelpOrSleep

@DkIfINeedHelpOrSleep I think it’s incredible that you’re able to share your talent here! Don’t be afraid, 7 cups is the right place to express your feelings. I am looking forward to your writing! 

Feeling his way along the wall to the kitchen, Cicil stumbles slightly but manages to stay upright, and quiet, not wanting to wake the others up as it was late, around 2 am if he was guessing correctly (he wasn't. It was 12:35, although still rather late) He switches on the kitchen light, the room being too far for he pale yellow light to reach the others. He's carefully pouring out a cup of water from the antique jug that sits on the counter (he felt it was more adequate than a bottle, wrongly) when he feels someone move behind him. Cicil turns around to find Teo standing behind him, the usual smug smile in place, as casually as though it wasn't past midnight. 

"What are you here for?", Cicil asks, annoyed. "I can't visit my favourite guest?" Teo replies.

 "Guest? That's what we're calling this now?" 

"Of course! What else?" Teo says, rather brightly. 

"Lower your voice. They're asleep.", Cicil says, "Can I help you?" he asks, after a pause. Teo leans on the counter next to him, a little too close for Cicil's liking, and with an eerie sort of seriousness tells him about their next trial. Cicil's heart drops, as his hopes that it wasn't what he'd feared are dashed.

cue them, 5 minutes later, whisper-shouting at each other, neither actually listening to the other properly.

"We can't kill a child, you psycopath, what's wrong with you?!"                                                             "Cicil I know but you know I don't decide, we have to do it you know that!", Teo says and he seems....concerned? understanding? he's looking straight at him, his eyes are clear and soft, all traces of the usual smugness gone. Cicil's angry gaze drops when he realizes it's true, this doesn't help Teo either. 

There's nothing to do but tell the others tomorrow. As he thinks this he notices Teo's looking directly at him, scanning every inch of his face. It's gone very quiet all of a sudden. Cicil's heartbeat is up in his ears, he's not sure what to say now. " It's fine... I understand, we'll talk about it later. Do you want me to tell the others or would you rather?", he ventures.                                                              Teo's gaze never drops from Cicil's eyes.

"You decide, Cicil, hmm?" he says slowly. Is he imagining it, or is Teo a little closer to him now?           There's a small pause before Cicil answers.

    "I wouldn't ...mind, if you don't."

"Just mind? You don't actually want to?", Teo says insistently, "You should try, shouldn't you?"

  Cicil's not sure what they're talking about anymore, and suddenly, he knocks the cup off the counter accidentally. Teo stoops to pick it up.

     Cicil's leaning against the counter, blocking the dish rack, so it's only natural for Teo to put his           arms around either side of Cicil to reach it.

  Cicil's breath catches. "try everything at least once, right?" he tells himself. Teo doesn't move. There's a spark in his eyes now.

  The lamp flickers slightly, casting a dim light over them.