High school AU open post

[standsonhigh]

Because we can. And we will. So there.

[Will insert awesome and relevant tensimm gif when I find one. Honest.]

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[liquidsky]

"Well. I'll try to figure out the system and maybe I can get some books through it anyhow." It didn't sit right with him that Koschei was being treated like that, although he knew that it was necessary. But it just wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

"No, I don't think they know for sure yet. But they said you're making very good progress. I can ask for more information, if they'll give me any."

[standsonhigh]

"You'll have to ask them, I'm not allowed certain things. Can't have chocolate any more, because of the sugar. Apparently it'd bad for me," Koschei knew why he had to do these things and hey, it was better than prison. Which, admittedly, he was threatened with till they realised they couldn't get him out from under the table in the interview room. Then it became more and more obvious that something was wrong.

"Good, find out. And come back soon, no one really comes to visit. Well, my parents, but I don't want to see them," he could stand to look them in the eyes. Not after everything he was and how much he'd fallen. They'd never understand.

[liquidsky]

"I'll have to get a list. I wasn't sure what I could or should bring, so I brought nothing this time." Barty ruffled his own hair, swallowing. He wanted to hug Koschei, he wanted to hold him so badly. It almost physically hurt that he couldn't, knowing what a bad idea it might be. "Then next time I'll come bearing gifts. Promise. I wasn't sure you'd want to see me."

[standsonhigh]

"I didn't," Koschei admitted, he had been so angry and so scared, not wanting to face him. And now, here he was, about to be left behind again because his visiting time was nearly over and not really feeling much better. He'd lost Barty, he had that officially confirmed, but that's all he got out of this meeting. He'd degraded himself pathetically by begging to go home and all he'd gained was a shred less of dignity. God, he hated this so much. "... Can I write to you sometime. I won't be able to send it but I can give you them next time you come or something. I'm allowed paper and pens."