Post by Declan O'Cassidy on Dec 1, 2019 22:50:47 GMT -5
tag Ricky O'Cassidy
When Declan's mother had insisted that he move in with his cousin, Ricky, Declan hadn't exactly been on board. It wasn't that he had a problem with sharing. He'd grown up in a huge family. As a child, he hadn't really had much that was just his. Even when he started Hammel, he had shared with roommates. And that sharing had continued as his education continued. After graduation, he had lived on his own for quite a while. Though he would tell everyone that those were the best years of his loner life, he had to admit...it was a little too quiet sometimes. Not enough of an annoyance that he set out looking for potential roommates, but enough that things never really felt like home.
It wasn't that Declan worried about their personalities clashing. Again, part of being in a big family was learning how to deal with all kinds and not be at each other's throats. Besides, Ricky was family. Even if they weren't particularly close, they were O'Cassidys. That was enough.
No, really Declan's biggest problem was that he had gotten very used to the idea of not needing help. As a child, he had always needed someone's help. Someone to reach things for him, to help him decorate his bedroom, to help him carry things. Even after his ability, there were somethings that he just couldn't do in ways that average height people could. But after getting his Masters and having a nice job he thought would last a lifetime, he had settled into his routine and was very self-sufficient. It had been the comfort of that life that had made it so hard for him to realize that it was over when he'd lost his job. And that denial had led him to burn through most of his savings trying while he looked for another perfect job.
Even though his mother had told him to move in with Ricky when he had first returned to Pilot Ridge, Declan had decided to try to make it on his own. He was living in a pay by the week rental on the edge of town. It wasn't perfect, but it was his own. Still, he had already come to the conclusion that it was stupid not to just bite the bullet and move in with his cousin, when it came out over Thanksgiving dinner that he still hadn't.
He had wondered if his mother might literally rip of his ear, dragging him over to have a chat with Ricky and his aunt to settle the matter once and for all.
Declan had to admit, he didn't really know too much about Ricky. But he was almost looking forward to the company. And it would be nice to have someone else to help pay for the bills. And someone to help him shovel the snow that was sure to be on it's way.
What could go wrong?
He was having most of his things delivered that afternoon, so he arrived at the door of the apartment with just Ernest in his cat carrier, and a rolling suitcase of essentials and things he didn't trust to leave in the care of the movers.
"I think I'm quite ready for another adventure," he said, softly to himself, after knocking on the door.
When Declan's mother had insisted that he move in with his cousin, Ricky, Declan hadn't exactly been on board. It wasn't that he had a problem with sharing. He'd grown up in a huge family. As a child, he hadn't really had much that was just his. Even when he started Hammel, he had shared with roommates. And that sharing had continued as his education continued. After graduation, he had lived on his own for quite a while. Though he would tell everyone that those were the best years of his loner life, he had to admit...it was a little too quiet sometimes. Not enough of an annoyance that he set out looking for potential roommates, but enough that things never really felt like home.
It wasn't that Declan worried about their personalities clashing. Again, part of being in a big family was learning how to deal with all kinds and not be at each other's throats. Besides, Ricky was family. Even if they weren't particularly close, they were O'Cassidys. That was enough.
No, really Declan's biggest problem was that he had gotten very used to the idea of not needing help. As a child, he had always needed someone's help. Someone to reach things for him, to help him decorate his bedroom, to help him carry things. Even after his ability, there were somethings that he just couldn't do in ways that average height people could. But after getting his Masters and having a nice job he thought would last a lifetime, he had settled into his routine and was very self-sufficient. It had been the comfort of that life that had made it so hard for him to realize that it was over when he'd lost his job. And that denial had led him to burn through most of his savings trying while he looked for another perfect job.
Even though his mother had told him to move in with Ricky when he had first returned to Pilot Ridge, Declan had decided to try to make it on his own. He was living in a pay by the week rental on the edge of town. It wasn't perfect, but it was his own. Still, he had already come to the conclusion that it was stupid not to just bite the bullet and move in with his cousin, when it came out over Thanksgiving dinner that he still hadn't.
He had wondered if his mother might literally rip of his ear, dragging him over to have a chat with Ricky and his aunt to settle the matter once and for all.
Declan had to admit, he didn't really know too much about Ricky. But he was almost looking forward to the company. And it would be nice to have someone else to help pay for the bills. And someone to help him shovel the snow that was sure to be on it's way.
What could go wrong?
He was having most of his things delivered that afternoon, so he arrived at the door of the apartment with just Ernest in his cat carrier, and a rolling suitcase of essentials and things he didn't trust to leave in the care of the movers.
"I think I'm quite ready for another adventure," he said, softly to himself, after knocking on the door.
