If he wanted to sneak out of the house, it had to be done in the times that his mother was sleeping. When she was awake, she was paying far too much attention for him to be able to sneak out. Or at least sneak out and in without being noticed. Xavier liked avoiding her noticing, because then he got in trouble. He didn’t want to upset her. She was scary when upset. But he did like to get outside.
He tried to after she nodded off, and then sneak out and back in and then rest himself. It also meant that usually the sun wasn’t too high up in the sky, so he wouldn’t be too bothered by it all. Or chance it while the sun was going down - but a couple of times, he hadn’t managed to get back inside before she was up and moving again. And that had been bad.
Maybe it would be easier, and less trouble to just not. But. He liked outside. And he kind of missed Duke. And day time was the only time that he could see Duke. Because Duke was a weird supernatural who slept in the nighttime? Xavier didn’t get it. Shouldn’t he also as a supernatural creature want to stay out of the sunshine? But apparently that wasn’t true.
Pulling his hood as far over his face as he could to block out the sun, he went out. He wouldn't stay out very long. Just a little. Before it started bothering him too much.
Maggie the squirrel dashed from windowsill to tree limb to person's shoulder to reep a cheep a boy, a boy! Why was there a boy! Maggie leaped onto his shoulder and onto his hooded head and onto his other shoulder. A boy alone in London! Alone in London of all places!
What a dangerous danger!
How terrible for him, all alone, without his mummy, without his daddy. Maggie tumbled off his shoulder, landed on the ground, and became a sitting woman once more, her eyes alive with the same crazy that kissed her tangled hair. "Boy, boy, why are you here?" she gasped from her place upon the ground.
Was he lost?
She didn't like it when boys were lost.
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At least it was nearly winter, so it was colder. The sun wasn't blaring down at him with too much force. It was a good thing, of some sorts. He startled suddenly as something jumped onto his shoulder. Flinching, he jumped a little to the side - not that that really did a lot when the thing was actually on you.
And barely managed to catch sight of the squirrel as it leapt to the ground, and then - what. Xavier blinked. She had been a squirrel. And now. She was not? What. He was very confused, and ignored her question entirely. "You were a squirrel," he said, as though that cleared anything up.
"Squirrel?" Maggie's eyes widened as if she were still a squirrel. "Squirrel! But you're a boy." She stared at his hood, smiled, and suddenly draped her hair down over her face. "I like your hood. Do you like mine?" Then she was a squirrel once more, and she trotted up to the boy and stood on her hind legs and reached up toward him. "Take me with you!"
"I never said I was a squirrel..." Xavier said slowly, staring at her. As she turned back into a squirrel, he startled, taking a step back away from her. And then another when she moved closer to him again. What was going on? Who was this lady? He didn't like it very much. "Stop that," he said sharply, frowning at her.
Maggie the Squirrel put her hands over her head and looked down at the ground. Why was this boy being so mean to her? She thought he would enjoy some fun--and also she was worried about him, worried that he would be hurt, that someone would run him over or kill him or kidnap him or worse, try to marry him off to someone's daughter.
Little boys had no business being alone in the streets!
Maggie turned back into Maggie, who tapped her foot against the ground, looked at the child sternly (and with a pout), and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you alone?" She grabbed her hair with both hands, but she didn't do anything with it; she just didn't quite like crossing her arms. "Why are you alone?"
Maybe this was why his mother didn't like him going outside on his own. Because there were weird ladies who turned into squrriels and then yelled nonsense at him. He wanted his mother. He startled again as she was a human once more. "Why not?" he replied, a little grumpily. It wasn't this lady's business why he was alone. "I can be alone if I want to. You're not my mother." Ignoring that his mother did not want him to be alone.
"Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous!" Maggie squealed quietly. "Not your mother. No mother." Her eyes widened. Her mother had been vicious and cruel, a demon in human form who had ripped her hair off an angel's scalp. Maggie had once been like that, had once had the hair of an angel, had once been a demon in human form, but she'd shed her skin, she'd become like one with the world around her, she'd found peace with nature and with absence and with--
"No mother. Dangerous." Same words, different meaning. Terrible meaning. Blast it all. Damn it all.
"Stop talking nonsense," Xavier said, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't get what she was going on about, yelling about danger and mothers. Maybe he would have been a little safer with his mother around, but he didn't care about that. He liked being alone sometimes. "Leave me alone."
"Nonsense!" She wasn't talking any nonsense. She said good things. Smart things. He was nonsense! "You're nonsense!" The boy wanted to be left alone. Maggie knew better: he was a child. He wasn't her child though, so why ought she to care?
"Leave you alone? You want to be alone?" The woman collapsed on her haunches and looked up at the boy. Terrified. Was it she terrified? Was it he?
Was it the both of them?
"He wants to be alone," she gasped into the night, as if there were spirits in discourse beside her.
"I'm not nonsense!" he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't like this lady. She didn't make any sense. "Yes, I want to be alone. I don't like you." She was weird. And confusing. And why was she acting like that? Making a face, Xavier went to step around her, so he could continue on his walk.
Her face fail into surprise. Where was he going?! She turned and stood on all fours, moved twice behind him, then hopped into the air as a squirrel before landing on the ground and teetering beside him again.
Xavier glanced sideways at the squirrel that was now following him with a frown. Why wouldn't it leave him alone? He wanted to be left alone. Maybe he could threaten to eat it? That might work. He stopped, and beared his fangs at the squirrel. "Go. Away."