How Green Becomes Wood

Not really. My grandma's stuff is packed up, and now she scrapbooks at the kitchen table, but I've not really done anything to it. It still doesn't quite feel like something I have control over, even though I know it is.
 
Idk. I guess I'd like it to be different, but I don't really know... Like, I don't know if my ideas would actually make it feel more like my space or if it'd just feel like another place that's still not mine.
 
Why not? Paint's like the easiest thing ever to change. But if that's out, we can do posters. Supersized photos that you like. Something like that. Staples make the tiniest holes that no one's going to see and don't discolor the walls like some sticky tack does.
 
Resale value? I don't know. I think they're worried about the desk. They got it custom for that space and it's drilled in, so it's kind of in the way. Posters could be cool, if I can figure out what I'd want.
 
I'll take you poster shopping, then. You can get a bunch of whatever suits you, and you can change them out however you like. Just store the ones you aren't displaying under your bed.
 
Cool. Thank you. I mean, I can't afford a whole lot, but. I'll see what I can get. I also can't have candles because of the birds. Milo sat back, looking at the room that was his, but didn't really feel like it until he was upset and needed a place to hide. I like the birds.
 
Nice. Is it the flame or the light or just the smell? You could get those battery candles. There's some pretty realistic ones. If you wanted them.

Alec let out a snore, catching Xander's attention. He looked up and realized his brother had fallen asleep laying next to his sketch pad. He got up and moved the sketch pad, pausing to look at the drawing he'd been doing. It was a bunch of faces and people. Tristan, Dark, Daizi, Ivy, and Xander. Xander stared at the picture of him. Anger. So much anger. He sighed and tossed the pad aside where it'd be safe and rescued the pencils from the folds of the blankets.
 
Uh... The smoke, I think. Birds have a really sensitive respiratory system. I'd need to talk with my grand parents to see what exactly we can have around them and what is too dangerous. We don't even use non-stick pans because of the coating.
 
What do you use, then? Cast iron? Those copper ones?

Xander sat down on the bed next to Alec. Alec mumbled in his sleep and snuggled up against his leg. Strangely, talking to Milo made Xander feel calmer. Maybe it was because of Milo's hyper sensitivity that forced him to act calmer, and therefore feel calmer in time? He wasn't sure. All he knew was he felt less angry, especially at himself, in this moment.
 
We use copper, I think. And stainless steel. Milo answered, sitting upright with his back against the wall, unaware of how he was helping his friend. Really, he was just glad to be remembered, because he sort of expected he'd have been forgotten about just as soon as school let out. He tried his best to still message Xander, and really only Xander, but he was always surprised when he received a response.
 
We use mainly nonstick with some specialty stuff, Xander told him. It works pretty good. It's been pretty cool learning how to use it and make new stuff. Like bread. And other things. But not soup. I can't get soup. It tastes worse than the canned stuff.
 
The soup you make tastes worse than canned stuff, or you think all soup is bad? Milo asked, realizing he understood what Xander meant almost immediately after hitting send, but it was too late.
 
Xander tipped his head, wondering if he'd been way too vague, but he'd thought it was obvious. Oh well. At least he hadn't said something weird about uncles. The soup I make tastes worse than canned stuff. Soup in general is good.
 
I love soup, honestly. It's sort of cozy. How'd you find out you can't make soup? Milo asked, unsure of what answer he expected. Who learned they couldn't make soup unless they just happened to make a number of really bad soups? I wonder why you can't get it right.
 
I tried to make a few. They never came out right. The veggy were always squishy and gross. I tried following a bunch of recipies but stoppedso I wouldn't keep wasteing stuff.

Xander yawned and leaned back. He closed his eyes to rest them. Just to rest them. He didn't mean to fall asleep, but in seconds, his phone had slid onto the bed, and he was out for the count.
 
Milo replied suggesting Xander ask for help, but wasn't all that bothered when he didn't receive a reply.

Come morning, Ivy had officially reached eight months adjusted, and Daizi was downstairs cooking breakfast while talking to her about really anything she could think about, while Dark was outside walking Enkidu.
 
Alec came down first, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He'd gotten dressed, but only because he'd never changed out of his regular clothes the night before. He wandered over and gave Daizi and Ivy both hugs. "Morning. No baking maniacs yet, I see," he mumbled sleepily.
 
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