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Was it that... much of an achievement? Sunggyu couldn't help but feel as if Baekhyun was actually trying to make him smile. It was strange, as they had just barely knew each other, but he appreciated the effort nonetheless; not many tried there, anyway. He had gotten used to indifference from the staffs in this place. Baekhyun was one of the two workers who actually showed warmth to him, and somehow that had made him open up to the male, though only slightly.

Following the other's gaze, Sunggyu stared at the closed curtains, thinking of his days... back then, he was not against the sun. The once slightly tanned skin was now pale from the lack of sunlight. Maybe he could consider more lighting. Just a bit. But how was he going to tell him? Would it be fine with writing on the wall, because he didn't think Baekhyun understood sign language? Undeniably, it will add more work to the male. He released a soft sigh at the thought, deciding to just nod at the other's words in the end.

Shifting closer to the wall, he leaned on the cold surface as he watched Baekhyun scrubbing the scrawls on the wall; his could-be-categorized-as-neat handwriting, and his unique roommate's childish scrawls saying hello to each other. Soon enough, there would be none left. But Sunggyu didn't mind either way - the purpose was done.

Though, Baekhyun's question made his heart skip a beat.

Arts. What had became his passion, what had destroyed him as well... arts. Music, to be exact. Had he been normal, still, he might have been a singer. A slightly wry smile crossed his features at the thought, though. He could not even listen to anything musical without having panic attacksㅡhints of it, at least.

Why are you even thinking of the possibility that was not going to happen, Sunggyu?

It made him wonder about one thing, though: does Baekhyun sing, too?

@[w] byun baekhyun [ Oh my gosh I replied so late ;; ;; kill me now srsly ]

The cheery good morning had nearly made Sunggyu winceㅡhe had, after all, hated loud voices ever since that one fateful day in his past to begin with. But the comment following it actually made up for the scare. Baekhyun, bacon... sounds actually alike, he realized, and it brought a small smile upon his face.

They shared the liking, if anything.

The mute could only nod his head at the request to get along, though, albeit hesitantly. He doubted that the maids were told details about him, and given how he had never handled well being near a male stranger, he could only hope he actually could do it.

That is, if this Baekhyun guy did not actually scare him further.

Slowly hugging his knees with the blanket still draped on the lower half of his body, he looked at the scribbles again momentarily before meeting the other's gaze, giving him a firm nod afterwards to show that he was fine with the wall being cleaned. It wasn't anything important, and besides, his roommate told him that she usually ask the maids to clean thoseㅡwell, he might as well do it sooner, before it became a problem.

His room had been dim, the curtains still obstructing the sunlight from entering. Sunggyu wasn't fond of sunlight, and though this certain trait he developed over the past years made his complexion even paler (not that he wasn't already pale, really), somehow, he found solace in it, and he took the pillow from his bed only to prop it on his knees afterwards, hiding his thin figure from view.

It was the least he could do, so that he wouldn't feel as threatened with the stare from Baekhyun. Trust was not an easy thing to gain when it comes to Sunggyu, but despite that, he really hope that at least this would-be-everyday morning meeting will end up fine.

Well, hopefully.

@[w] byun baekhyun Really, ever since Sunggyu was put inside this asylum, he had triedㅡemphasis on the word triedㅡto get used to the fact that he could not avoid interaction like how he did at home, and that not every person here was to be feared, but he still could not help himself from swallowing hard the moment he heard the male voice coming from the other side of his door.

Luckily, it had been one of his more... calmer days.

The young man had only been awoken by the series of knocks, however, and he only had the time to rub his eyes and run his hand through his locks in an attempt to at least look a bit decent before the room to his door opened. The maid, who turned out to be a somewhat good-looking male (not that he actually judges, though, but yes) pulled in the cleaning supplies behind him, and for a moment Sunggyu glanced at the crayon scribbles on the wall. It crossed his mind that he might be getting punishment just for that, but even that was the least of his worries.

Just being in the same room with another male... well, the start could not be worse.

And that tiny glimpse of fear was in his eyes as he looked at the (even younger?) maid.

He only wished for this to be done quickly.