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Skylar was jerked from his own little world at the sound of Kyle's voice and the clatter of plates. He hadn't realized how absorbed he'd been in coloring. He nodded his head and carefully packed the crayons away so that they wouldn't get damaged and set them on top of the closed book. Scarily enough, the blonde only huffed in annoyance by the bib, not surprised by its presence at all. And he supposed that if this were all he had to wear, he should be careful to keep the garment as clean as possible. "I'm starving." He muttered just as his stomach loudly agreed with a grumble.

Skylar scowled at Kyle's back at the statement. He didnt need his art displayed as if the other male was a proud parent and not a glorified sober buddy. Shaking his head at his dumb luck to be in this situation, he thumbed through the thin, rough pages of the coloring book, before finally settling on a busy cafe scene with all the classic characters present; Minnie at the host stand to greet customers, Goofy carrying a towering stack of dishes, Mickey dressed up as a chef, presenting a massive cake to a table that hand Chip and Dale seated on over turned tea cups. Skylar didn't know the names of the other characters seated about in the picture, but he knew he had seen their happy, grinning faces in the cartoons from his childhood. There was something honestly therapeutic about coloring, watching the bright wax smear across the paper. There were moments when the blonde couldn't decide between colors, going back and forth between two different shades of green, but just reminded himself that it didn't matter. This was his drawing, he could make anything any color and it wouldn't matter. There was no 'wrong' to thid. Unknowingly, the blondes pink tongue poked out between teeth the more he focused on staying inside all of the lines. In the back of his mind, he thought that current setup reminded him of grade school, when he would do his homework at the kitchen table while his aunt cooked them dinner. He had always been a fairly good student who tried their best, until he reached high school and fell in with the wrong crowd. Back in Kyle's kitchen, Skylar's shoulders sagged as unnoticed tension released from them and no attention was paid to the passing of time as he brought the page to life with his crayons.

Skylar stared, his jaw unhinged and his mouth hanging open. He wished he could say he was mildly surprised, but with all this 'little boy', parental blockers didn't seem so far fetched. Groaning, the blonde stomped back go the livingroom, flipping through all the channels and try to locate something 'appropriate' that would keep his attention. Everything he passed was to brightly colored and to babyish. After cycling through the channels at least three times, Skylar moaned grumpaly and pouted to the kitchen and his chair. "What can I color?" He huffed, so not happy with his options at the moment.

Skylar listened to the explanation before donning a dumbfounded look. "Oh you have to be kidding me." He said with a scoff. That warm irritation returning; perhaps playing along was going to be tougher than he thought. "Look, so shitty slasher film is NOT going to give me some nightmares. You can put the tv back to the way it was and I will be perfectly fine, got it?" He said in a slightly demanding voice, pushing his limits with the other.

Skylar was only half paying attention to the television, but when the sound cut off and the screen went dark with white lettering, his brow furrowed in confusion. Scooping up the remote, he found that anything that sounded remotely interesting, the same situation persisted. Sighing, he scooted to the edge of the couch before climbing back up to his feet and make his way back to the kitchen, flipping the remote control around in his hands. "Hey, it looks like your tv is busted or something." The blonde advised before still. "I didn't do anything. It just sorta, went black." He explained, hoping that the other wouldn't think that he'd damaged his property.

(No need to apologize. I'm loving it so far.) Skylar nodded and sighed as he sunk deeper into the toasty warm seat. His well worn and thin clothes were doing nothing to keep the chill of the day away, but some how this cheery woman waltzed in and seemed to brighten and warm his existence. "Thanks. It's, uhh, been a while since anyone has done something special for me." He said softly, wrapping his arms around himself tightly.

Skylar's nose crinkled at the feel of fingers carding through his sandy blonde locks. The disgust was mainly in himself because the touch felt pleasant and he wanted to lean into it more. Keeping his resolve, the male shuffled into the livingroom, mumblinga 'sure' over his shoulder. Grabbing the television remote, he gingerly sat on the couch, making sure to keep his knees tucked into the material of the shirt to keep himself covered. He flipped through the channels before settling on some cheesy old horror movie. He rested his head on the arm of the couch as he let his mind wonder.

The blonde swiveled, spotting a clock and was slightly disappointed to see it was already late afternoon. "Uhh, watch tv?" He suggested, feeling a bit lame and sort of hoping the ground would just swallow him whole. Making decisions were hard and he always second guessed himself that what he chose was wrong.

Skylar caught the soft garment but of course glared down at the joyful cartoon character grinning back up at him. The blonde could only vaguely remember a time when he could sit and watch the high pitched mouse pal around with his best friend Pluto, thinking all the while that would be a sure nice way to live. Pale hands clenched the fabric before silently bartering with himself that even this shirt was better than being naked any longer. Pulling the soft fabric over his head, the night shirt fell loose around his too thin form and swayed softly just above his knobby little knees. He hadn't to admit this, but wearing the shirt did make him feel a bit silly and childish. So in his grumpy fashion, he crossed his arms tightly over his chest and fixed Kyle with a glare.

Skylar crossed his arms over his bare chest, still glowering dead, but remaining silent. He hated rules, and these ones especially. "Fine. If I have to." He responded in a huffy voice, sounding fairly but out. "I still hate all of this just so you know. And would appreciate at least some freaking pants." He added on, going back to covering himself.

Skylar jerked away, startled by the gentle touch. He looked up with angry, tear rimmed eyes, beyond frustrated with this whole ordeal. Maybe, he thought, if he played along long enough to give Kyle the slip. "What now?" He asked, irritation still coloring his words as he rubbed his teary eyes with a fist.

Skylar couldn't stand that Kyle was able to stay so calm and level while he felt that he grasping emotional straws. The blonde made a loud aggravated growling noise as he gripped at his blonde locks, not dissimilar to a temper-tantruming toddler. But Skylar would think to deeply on that. "It isn't fair though." He finally said in a much quieter, watery voice as his hands dropped limply to his sides before wrapping tightly around his chest. "Also not pretty." He said firmly, his fingers rubbing self consciously against his old track marks.

Skylar weighed his options, a small bundle of nerves unwinding as he was given only two choices; infinite options caused anxieties caused bad things. While the thai restaurant sounded good, the thought of a heaping plate spaghetti and big meatballs was too much of a temptation. "Italian would be nice, if you're ok with that." He said, unable to keep his eyes from the window of the moving car, fascinated by a world he hadn't seen in so many months.

That apparently was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back for Skylar. The idea that someone distrusted him so much that he was even going to be allowed to shower himself made a heat run through him that not even heroin could compete with. "Ok, that's enough!" He shouted, moving out of his chair so quickly, it clattered loudly to the ground, any hesitations about his state of dress lost to his anger. "I may be a criminal, but even criminals have rights, ok?!? If you think that I'm gonna just sit around here following your inane demands, then you really are out of your fucking mind." He said, panting with his emotions. "I want to talk to Paige right now. I don't care what some papers say, she's still my social worker, and she still has the final say."

Skylar was seriously rethinking his decisions in taking the deal offered to him by the drug court all those months ago. The rules Kyle was giving him were worse than prison; at least there he got shoes! "Daily hygiene inspections? What the heck is that supposed to mean? You think that just 'cause I'm a junkie, I don't know how to shower?" The blonde was beginning to develop a throbbing headache from all this confusion. "Can we serious, for like one second? Everything you're telling me is utterly ridiculous. You're supposed to help readjust to life not in rehab. Find a job, resist temptation, eventually set up with my own place. You are supposed to baby and lord over me." Skylar thought surely Kyle would see that logic or finally advise that he had simply been playing around all this time.

"Great. So act like a baby, no shoes, and I'm going to basically be a prisoner in this house." Skylar gripped and slumped down onto the table, his bare chest pressed to the cool wood. "How do you expect to actually force to act like some little kid?" He prodded. "It's not like I'm gonna walk around here, sucking on a pacifier, pissing in a diaper, calling you daddy."

Skylar's jaw locked and he started grinding his back teeth together. He was able to refrain from spouting off about not being a little boy, but he held back. "I don't understand the point in that." The blonde interjected. He'd never had particularly nice or fancy shoes, but being barefoot so often just seemed odd.

Skylar took a deep shuddering breath. He didn't know what would happen if Kyle got to three, but he assumed it wouldn't be pleasant if the day had taught him anything. He jerked back slightly, curling tighter into himself. "What are your rules?" He asked, prompting the conversation.

At the very thought of food, real, decent, not canned or frozen government issues food, Skylar's small stomach grumbled loudly. "That would be really great actually. Can we please go get some food?" He asked, a bit of excitement bleeding into his tone.

Skylar ducked his head as he slipped into the back of the vehicle. This was by far the nicest car he had ever had a ride in, and he was almost worried about making it dirty with just his presence. He kept his arms and legs to himself, trying to take up as little space as possible. "Thanks again, for uhh...taking me in and everything. "

Skylar awkwardly bid Paige goodbye, before following after Sadie. "I uhh, I am in my early twenties, you know?" He said, assuming she thought he was in his late teens, and that's why she was taking a sweeter tone with him. The blonde stalled for a moment, fingers twitching in the woman's grasp as he took in the weight of being outside of the rehab facility for the first time in months. The woman had a nice car, not surprising based on her clothes. "Umm, yeah. It'll be nice to not have to share a room with so many other people." He explained, still feeling odd that he was being lead and his hand being held like a child being ushered to the car.

"But...but." Skylar stopped and audibly swallowed. His throat felt tight, and sticky and dry. His eyes started to sting and he fought back tears. "This isn't fair! I'm not just gonna sit around while you treat like some fucking baby." The blonde pleaded; he was sick of his life being controlled by other people at this point. "You don't even know me, or what I've been through." He said in a much quieter, more subdued voice.

"I am not some dog you can just bark at!" Skylar said, huffing and dropping his head to the table before sitting up, back ram-rod straight. "I wanna call Paige. There's no way I'm staying here one more minute." Started, convinced he could demand his way out of this situation. "I will sleep on the floor of the rehab center before I sleep in a house with someone who thinks they can treat me like some baby!" The blonde argues, green eyes glaring up at the larger man.

"But I have perfectly fine clothes I was just wearing!" Skylar exclaimed as he gestured at the basement door before clapping his hands back over his lap to cover up his groin. "I don't understand why I need new or special clothes. And you're nuts if you think I'm just gonna, what? Let you treat me like some little kid and you my daddy? No way in hell." The blonde scoffed, squirming awkwardly in his chair.

Skylar gaped at the man, confused by every interaction with him. Still keeping himself covered, he shuffled over and gingerly sat down on a kitchen chair, ready and anxious to hear these new rules to live by while he's here. "Can I at least have something to cover up with?" He inquired, feeling more and more antsy the longer he was nude.