There was nothing like finding that perfect tree. That one tree that had that one special branch that could easily support the weight of a young fellow looking to relax. A certain branch that wasn't too high up from the ground, yet was high enough no one could actively see him without having to take a second take. A place where he could close his eyes and let the tension of the weekend melt away as the sun played hide and seek through the branches. His own little place to unwind and not have to worry about anything that didn't involve staying put on that branch.
His weekend had been busy. Busy beyond belief. Friday night was spent at Chase's, where pizza had been consumed and movies had been watched. It was also the night Red was overly hyper for whatever reason she had, and split his lip while she jumped up on the couch. Thankfully it wasn't swollen anymore, and was on the verge of being completely healed. Though if you looked carefully, you can see where it happened.
Saturday was spent in the thrift store. Filling out inventory sheets. All by his self. The other boy that was suppose to come in had called off, which meant he was to not only run the store but make sure everything was updated. Normally it wouldn't have been that bad. However, that Saturday was apparently the day everyone wanted to go shopping. Needless to say he had stumbled through the door to his apartment and fell face first into his bed.
Sunday was spent at the shelter. Grooming all the animals. Thankfully everyone showed up. He and Maren had taken charge of the dogs, while the others pared off to care for the cats, ferrets, rodents, and birds. While it was bard work, it was nice to be able to work with someone he could talk to. And talk he did. It had been awhile since him and Maren had quality alone time, and he took full advantage of it. He got her caught up on the events involving Chase, reassured her that he was taking care of himself, and that he was doing fine.
He didn't remember much of Monday. He did know he apparently went on a cleaning spree in his apartment; throwing out outdated food, completely stripping down Tobi's playpen, reorganizing his craft desk. It would explain some of the cuts he had on his forearms. Though it was rewarding to wake up this morning to an overly clean apartment. It just meant he would be able to spend today doing absolutely nothing. Nothing at all apart from eating and sleeping in the sun.
Those were the days he treasured the most.
His stomach was full of iced tea and chicken as he nestled back against the body of the tree. It was perfect: the branches above him were parted at just the right angles so the sun washed over him without being in his eyes. The branch was wide enough he didn't have to put too much thought into balancing himself. There was even a branch just above his head for him to hang his duffel.
It truly was the best spot to relax on a sunny Tuesday morning.
How long he was relaxing in that tree, would be lost to him. All he focused on was how nice it was to not have to worry about anything. So imagine his surprise when the traditional scent of the city: exhaust fumes, hot dog stands, overly perfumed people, and the faint scent of wood; was completely overpowered by the sudden smell of... well, Spring. Honest to goodness Spring.
Inhaling deeply with his eyes just barely fluttering open, a smile slowly crept up over his face. It was something he wasn't expecting. It was almost like being at home. The scent of freshly cut grass, blooming flowers, fresh tilled dirt, and something that made his mouth water: strawberries. His eyes fully opened at that, and he looked around with a surprised look upon his face. Surely he was dreaming to smell something that intense. Right?
As his eyes inspected the surroundings, it seemed that nothing had changed. Everything was the way it was when he first got there. Though, the scent was still there. Just right under his nose. He rubbed at it with his hand, wondering if he was imagining it-- but he could still smell it.
Letting his legs down to straddle the branch, he peered over the edge to see there was someone sitting at the base below him. She had her face engrossed in a book, and there. Right beside her. Was a large container of strawberries. With no thought process involved, his tongue was running along his lower lip as his eyes stared at the delicious red jewels. Then it hit him. That scent.
It was the girl.
How could someone so petite, so humble looking, remind him of home? Of the farm he once prowled as a small kit. Rolling in the grass and Abigail's hay. Frolicking through the wildflowers that lined the picket fence. The freshly turned ground when he and Copper would try to catch the groundhogs. Bring back once long almost forgotten memories that made his heart heavy with longing and guilt.
He sat there for a short while, just watching her read. His eyes following her hand as it blindly reached for a berry. It was calming, in all honesty. Much more calming than just relaxing in a tree. It was, almost like being completely wrapped in a figurative Spring blanket. Like everything bad about the city of New York had completely shrived up and had been thrown away.
It was a very nice feeling.
His nose twitched, and as he went to rub it, a leaf fell from the branch and he watched as it slowly, in a rather graceful manner, floated down to land on the book the young brunette was reading. A small trace of panic flashed through his chest and he thought about climbing up higher, then he caught sight of her face as she looked up. Her doll-like features lighting up in surprise, but was followed by a gentle smile. Almost at once he felt that blanket wrapping around him tighter, and he couldn't help but smile back at her, giving a small wave as the smile turned into a grin.
Pushing himself back up, he swung a leg over the branch and leaned forward to survey the ground under him. With a slight push he jumped from his resting spot and landed on his feet, bending at the knees to keep anything from breaking. As he stood up, he brushed his pants off and turned to look at the modest looking girl with the glorious container of strawberries, offering her another smile.
Running a hand through his hair, he pushed it back so it fell around his face while crouching down beside her, resting his arms on his knees. "Sorry to disturb you." He looked up at the branch he was resting on to show where he was "hiding" before looking back at her with a grin upon his face. "Guess I wasn't paying any attention. I didn't mean to frighten you, you just seemed so at peace I didn't want to interrupt."
Chuckling weakly at his attempts to not sound like a creeper, he held out his hand. "I'm Theodor. Theodor Fahks. But you can call me Theo."