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Bow-wow

"Mr Robert!" Bow-Wow peeps his head into Robert's cell, before using his foot to scoot the door open, padding in as quietly as he could. With him, he brings a plate of food, made by Nobuko herself, piled high with an assortment of different options. He's tried his best to avoid as many things from touching as possible, dry foods together, sauces on opposite sides of the plate to avoid cross-contamination…

"I know ya didn't wanna… go along ta eat with everyone, but I brought ya some food back!" He hurries over to sit beside Robert, rummaging in his pocket for the cutlery he'd brought with him.

"I wasn't really sure what ya like, so I got a few options! Just lemme know if there's anythin' ya don't like on the plate!" He's at least stayed consistent with a number of smaller, easier to eat foods, so it wouldn't be so difficult to feed Robert. "I kinda wish the wardens would let ya out of this stupid jacket, though… but…I'll be here as long as ya need me ta be!"

Robert McCay

After everything that had happened with the projection yesterday and the subsequent blackout, waking up to find himself restrained in his straitjacket, with his fellow prisoners telling him they'd seen the inside of his brain and found extra guys in there and one of them had punched a warden (???) Robert hadn't really… felt much like eating, or doing anything really besides curling up on his bed and trying to sleep off this waking nightmare. On day 2 of his self-isolation, though, Bow-Wow came knocking on his door with a plate full of extremely good-smelling food… Maybe he was hungry, after all.

"Bow-Wow…? Oh good gracious, thank you so much. Tell Miss Nobuko it all looks lovely…"

Watching the boy pull a fork out of his pocket, though, he struggled against the straps one more time and sighed heavily.

"…Y'really shouldn't have to do this part, though. Why don't you ask Mr. Churchwell, or maybe Mrs. Gikou?"

Bow-wow

"I'll definitely give ya compliments ta the chef!" Bow-Wow chirps, sitting himself down, criss-cross applesauce on the end of the bed. Once he's sat, he tilts his head to the side.

"Well, I dunno why I'd ask someone else ta do somethin' I'm perfectly capable of doin'!" Bow-Wow reaches up and gently pats Robert's shoulder, there's a slight shift in his tone as he continues.

"I used ta help my momma all the time. Especially when she got real sick." He missed the way his mom looked at him with so much love when he was helping her out. It was like… for a brief moment, she came back whenever he helped her eat and drink. "I was pretty small then, but it's…a weirdly good memory? Sometimes…"

He pauses for a moment, "I know this is a bit different, but it feels nice t'help someone that needs ya every now an' then, I guess…" He seems a bit sheepish as he admits this.

"I may not know much 'bout people in ya head an' all that, but I know that you, Robert, are like… fully deservin' of all the help ya need." He kinda pauses awkwardly, "…My therapist says that stuff to me all the time, so…I hope it helps ta hear it too."

Robert McCay

Robert listened to Bow-Wow's chatter with a small smile. So the kid's ma had been… that kind of sick, huh? And when he was so young, too… For Robert, it hadn't been his ma, and he hadn't been that young, but he could relate somewhat-- so he'd try not to be too embarrassed about being the one needing help this time.

"…Yer a real sweet feller, Bow-Wow. I appreciate 'cha helpin' me out. So did yer ma, I'm sure."

"…But I thought y'weren't at my projection? Did someone tell ya? About the, uh… people in my head?"

He wasn't mad, just surprised and unaware of who exactly had seen the Sheriff's fight with the wardens.

Bow-wow

Bow-Wow ducks his head a little, shyly, in response to Robert's compliment, but seeing the chance to change the topic away from how he was definitely really sweet, he starts with-

"She always made extra sure to tell me when I was bein' a good boy!" It's nice, in a way… thinking about his mother after so long. "When she got too sick ta do that, I knew she still meant it, y'know?" He tips his head, almost thoughtfully. His mother… she had been so frail back then. A shadow of the woman he'd known before she got so ill. Although, for some of his mother's quirks… that was a good thing.

"I dunno if I really had the awareness ta kinda… realize what was goin' on back then, but…" He shrugged, "Maybe it was better that way. I'm kinda glad I didn't really realize why I was always trippin' over glass."

Bow-Wow says these horrific things about his childhood with the tone of someone who didn't quite think they'd had a tough upbringing- he's saying it as if it's completely normal that his mother left glass around an unattended child.

"Well- nah, I wasn't! But I kinda overheard when things started breakin' out, an' I came ta investigate… I saw… uhhh…" He scratches his head. "The you-but-not-you, Sheriff guy? I saw him punchin' Ei, an' I kinda… yelled at 'em ta stop a lil'?"

"I dunno if I really helped or anythin', but…It kinda scared me a bit, seein' all y'all fightin'!"