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Green eyes scanned over the room, taking in the rocker and other little items, huffing petulantly and thinking that agreeing to this program wasn't the best idea. Skylar looked up, genuinely curious when Kyle walked into the room with the big, soft looking bear. He was confused because he already had Dottie to sleep with. The blonde froze at his thoughts; the puppy, he had the dog stuffed animal to sleep with... A sharp gasp ripped from link lips and he was jerked from his thoughts as he felt the brush of soft fur against his small nipples as the bear was moved down his chest. Pale cheeks blushed bright at the words, a flipping feeling sweeping through his stomach at the new rule. Skylar started to sit up before he stopped, remembering that Kyle was strong enough to carry him. He felt trapped. A choked off groan passed clenched teeth as the blonde's thin hips stuttered and jerked at the presence of the quickly warming fur. It was the strangest sensation the male had ever felt, a part of him wishing the soft touch would increase. A whimpering pant started wracking his chest as his Member began to harden under the large bear, the tip turning shiny with fluids. It had been a while since Skylar had done anything remotely sexual, obviously not having the time or privacy in rehab.

Skylar's brows furrowed with his constantly waving confusion at sight of the room; maybe Kyle wasn't sure whether he'd have a male or female from the center and wanted to be ready regardless. Like everything else thus far, this area had a child-like air to it. Shaking his head, he quietly laid back kn the bed, his head nestled back onto the pillow. It was from this angle that Skyalr finally noticed that there was no door to close off the room. Scowling and laying his hands over his now hairless groin, as if Kyle didn't just dry him off everywhere, he chalked it up to just more issues with not being trusted.

Skylar hid a yawn behind his hand, grumbling as he was lifted up and out of the tub. It was a bit of a wonder to how Kyle could so easily pick him up and maneuver him, if a bit scary. Rubbing his eyes with a curled fist, the blonde wondered what time it was. Surely I couldn't be that late! The towel now wrapped around him felt warm and plush and fuzzy, nothing like the worn out, thin towels provided at the center. Skylar just nodded along, not really paying attention as he gripped onto the material bringing it closer around his body. The boy then had a thought, one he wasn't sure he hadn't had it earlier. "Hey Kyle? Where am I gonna sleep?" He asked, craining his head back to look up at the other male.

Skylar would deny it until the day he died, but this was actually wonderful. His eyelids fluttered shut and hee out the tiniest little mewl, sort of like a kitten. Unconsciously, he relaxed bit by bit until he was nearly boneless, pressing his head into Kyle's hands. The blonde couldn't remember the last time he'd gone for a haircut, and had someone else wash his hair, but this sensation was pure heaven to the boy.

Skylar chewed on his bottom lip and contemplated the offer. He could absolutely 100% wash his own hair just fine, thank you very much. But...it wouldn't be super comfortable to do sitting down in a bath. It was completely different from a shower. Finally making up his mind, he nodded his head and handed back the washcloth. "You can do it." He said, deciding out of practically and certainly not to feel someone's fingers combing and scrubbing through his hair, certainly not that at all, he tried convincing himself.

The blonde huffed, of course he wasn't trusted to be left alone. A part of him felt saddened that he was used to that idea. He had spent many years losing everyone's trust, that apparently applied to strangers too. Skylar pulled himself from his grim thoughts and turned towards the wall of the tub as much as he could, trying to put his back to Kyle. Green eyes rolled at the baby product, of course. He'd soon get to the point where he'd think it strange if he didn't get baby items, but shaking his head, he hoped that day didn't come. He set about scrubbing his skin clean with the thick gel. It was nice, and had a soft floral scent that the boy would guess was probably lavender. He realized that it had been a long time since he had had a good thorough clean. Showers at rehab were efficient, quick, and more times than not, cold. The warm water and silky suds were admittedly nice. He looked over his shoulder at Kyle when he scrubbed everywhere from between his toes and fingers to under his arms and knees. Everything but his long hair had be thoroughly washed, or at least he hoped.

Skylar whined at the pat. It wasn't hard or painful, just different. He huffed and sat down, slapping the water as it started to rise. He was starting to feel a bit like Alice wandering through Wonderland. Nothing seemed to make sense or turned out how he thought they would. Now he was sitting hairless in a bath and he couldn't even imagine what might happen next.

Skylar whimpered as he hopped into the warm spray of water, the sight of his leg and pubic hair sliding off from his body a jarring sensation. This wouldn't help his baby-face situation at all! "Hey!" The blonde shouted. "Why the hell was that necessary?"

Skylar looked anywhere but Kyle and what he was doing. He was mortified and couldn't start to imagine why he was putting this gunk all over him. He stated silent and still until he started feeling a tingling sensation on his skin. "It feels tingly now." He said, still not looking up or uncrossing his arms. "And why exactly are you doing this?"

Skylar made a scoffing noise; of course his one sliver of freedom hung on the contingency of him behaving. Pursing his lips, he pulled the shirt off over his head before crossing his arms tight over his chest, giving the other male a withering look.

Skylar was...surprised. he was certain that Kyle would have shut him down instantly, but he was being given a chance. And that felt real good. The blonde flushed, hands going to the bottom of the oversized shirt and grilling the fabric tightly. "Yeah? A, uhh, a little. Why?" He questioned in a suspicious tone.

Skylar flushed and dropped his head to his chest, but didn't pull from the taller man's grip. "Umm, no. I'm fine." He said, feeling awkward with someone bathing him. "Can I at least wash myself?" He asked, hoping that he could that since he was certain the other wouldn't leave him alone during his bath.

Skylar jolted, knocking over part of his blocks and dropping the bottle from his mouth, frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest. For a brief moment, he was certain that Kyle would begin ridiculing him, calling names and slurs. But no, it was just the ever present, gentle tone that guided him what to do. He was so startled that he just quietly nodded his head before shuffling to scoop up the blocks in big armfuls. He repeated this motion until the floor was clean again. He hesitated for a moment before rushing over to retrieve the puppy before taking place beside Kyle.

Sklar hummed as he continued building his little city with the spotted puppy. Skylar wondered if he had been called Spot or Patches. He was jolted by these thoughts, he wasn't building anything! Just stacking blocks one on top of the other, and it was a toy that didn't need a name. The blonde looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at the other male. He was capable of going a few moments, but he took the bottle regardless. He laid back down, fitting odd shapes together and balancing others carefully. He found that he actually was growing a little thirsty, and cold apple juice sounded wonderful. Looking back and forth to make sure Kyle was no where to be seen, he picked up the container and popped the rubber nipple into his mouth and began sucking. It honestly wasn't that awful. He could only use one hand now though, so he used his free one to keep building, face snuggled into the puppy's side. He would drink the juice and then hide the bottle so Kyle would never know he drank from it, he reasoned.

Skylar still didn't enjoy all the nicknames or 'pretty boy's being thrown at him, but he realized that no one had ever called him anything but his own name. His aunt may have called him sweetheart every once in a while we he was upset or sick or something, but nothing to this extreme. Without making a remark, the other just shook his head and shuffled into the cozy livingroom. He passed the tv, certain that none of the cartoons would keep his attention and went instead for the box. He was hoping that there would be some books, a chest board, heck, he'd even take a stupid puzzle, but no such luck. Well, some of the items were present, just not in a non childish format. Colorful books with hard, cardboard pages, six piece puzzles depicting castles and zoos, large wooden blocks, some stuffed toys. Skylar sighed and contemplated what to do. Be bored watching tv, or be bored with the items from the box. Settling his mind, he snatched up all the blocks he could find as well as one of the softest (and cutest, but he'd never admit it!) Stuffed animals from the box, a white puppy with chocolate brown splotches on its fur. He tucked the pup under his head, using the toy like a pillow as he laid on his stomach and started staking blocks in random fashion.

If Skylar thought the soft dinner napkin was bad, he was not prepared for the damp cloth swiping across his face. He made unhappy grumbling sounds and brought his hands up to try and push the other's arm away, but to no avail. Kyle kept up until he felt the other was sufficiently clean. Sighing from freed of the bib and table, the blonde scurried down the hall and quickly for the restroom. He ensured to lock the door behind himself and set about relieving himself. He washed his hands extra thoroughly, anything to delay going back, but after a few short minutes, he returned back to the kitchen.

Skylar felt so small under Kyle's sharp gaze, and it did nothing to quell he's squirming. "Well, I'm done eating." He explained, pushing his plate and cup forward, as if showing this to be true. "So can you can you please tell me where the bathroom is now?" He asked, hoping his manners would be rewarded somehow.

Skylar made a swearing face that was hard to see behind his mouth full of noodles, but did slow down a bit. If Kyle was fine letting him eat all he wanted, he supposed there was no reason for him to scarf his food down like that. With his second plate finished, the blonde decided his stomach was full and warm enough to call it quits. He did however, begin to squirm as the need to relieve himself grew ever present. "Uhh, Kyle? I have to go to the bathroom. Where, uhh, where is it?"

Fear, actual shivering fear rushed through Skylar at the veiled threat of a bottle. He watched the hand in slow motion as it came across the table. The idea of having to drink from the sippy was embarrassing, but the thought of a bottle, that was mortifying. Quick as a snake, the blonde lashes out and snatched onto the kidded cup, both hands wrapping around it and clutching it tightly to his chest as if it were some prized possession. "No!" Skylar shouted before realizing how much he currently sounded and looked like a small child. "I mean, this is fine. I don't need a bottle, thank you very much." He said curtly before popping the spout into his mouth. There was just one issue...Skar realized he couldn't actually get any milk in his mouth this way. He needed to tilt his head back and suck the liquid into his mouth. Clenching his eyes shut tight and his cheeks pinking, the blonde downed the drink, only now realizing that his bladder was starting to get a touch full. He could hold off until after, and started shoveling more food into his mouth as if it were going to be taken away.

Skylar was at an utter loss. This was not how he had expected Kyle to react at all! The blonde almost annoyed how the other stay so composed. He didn't know why he felt the need to keep pushing the other; maybe he wanted to test how far he go before it was to far. Regardless, it didn't seem to be working! And now, he was stuck with this awful baby cup to top it all off. Well I'm not drinking out of that, Skylar thought to himself before voicing the same statement outloud, with his arms petulantly crossed over his chest.

Skylar took in the words and agreed, internally of course, that Kyle provided a good explanation. He wanted to be some form of a caregiver and he was supplying fair and reasonable rules. But the blonde was tired (not that he would ever admit that). It had been a very long very tiring and confusing, both mentally and emotionally, day. So why he did what he did next, he just blame it on being tired, he supposed. But he picked his newly filled cup up, in just one hans, locked eyes with Kyle, and then let the plastic slip from his digits before crashing to the floor.

Skylar whined as the napkin was swept across his mouth and cheeks, turning away from the intrusion. He wasn't being that messy he thought. He glanced and his empty plate and cup and realized that both were empty and his stomach was quite full yet. Sighing to himself, he sucked up his attitude. "Can I have more pasta and milk...please." he tacked on after a moment's hesitation of not adding it. "And you can knock it off with all the nicknames." He said, totally not pouting...

Skylar stilled for a moment, internally startled. It had only been a few hours and the blonde had already forgotten that Kyle was not in fact older than him. Shaking his head as if to shake the oddity of that knowledge away, he scowled down at more plastic material. At least this wasn't some sippy cup or bottle though. Resigning himself to his childish cutlery, Skylar tucked into his food. He groaned at the taste. Even the simple pasta tasted leagues better than the canned and frozen dishes prepared at the rehab facility. The smaller portion didn't last long, and with an orange stained mouth and chin, the green eyed male gulped down the cold milk, holding the cup in just one hand because there's no way he'd drop it, thank you very much Kyle, he thought haughtily.

Skylar looked down at his plate with a miffed at the plastic plate before him. Kyle's methods of staying true to his word of treating his new housemate like a child seemed to have no end. "Can't I have an actual plate? I don't need this plastic crap." He mumbled the last part, pushing noodles around to view the animated dogs beneath. "I'm guessing that booze or soda aren't going to be on the menu, so whatever is fine I guess." He snarked back, maybe intentionally trying to get under the other's skin.

When the small blonde heard Sadie's words and her tone, a small ball of warmth seemed to explode in his chest and trickle down to his belly. She seemed so sincere and so caring, loving almost. It's not that Skylar's aunt was unkind or didn't love him, but there was always just something, something he couldn't place his finger on, that was missing there. With a flush to his normally pale cheeks, that he would blame on the warmth of the vehicle, he nodded his head, letting shaggy locks obscured his face. At the sight of the restaurant, the young man's stomach growled loudly, just the thought of food enough to ignite his hunger. Once the car was stopped, he eagerly undid his seatbelt, but found he couldn't unlock the door. Child locks? The blonde internally thought as he watched the tall woman round the car to retrieve him. Perhaps it was just factory defaults she hadn't bothered to mess with. Or maybe Sadie had a child or children. Skylar realized he had rudely not asked about her or her life yet. He supposed he could inquire over their meal, he reasoned, mentally kicking himself.