-This chapter took a bit longer; my apologies. I was just a bit dejected that it's been a month or so and my only review has one word. OTL Plus I have...school for advanced, smart kiddos. Being intelligent is difficult Q^Q This school year, hopefully I don't fail... Enjoy this chapter, lovelies, in all its 10 paragraph goodness, as always. I have fallen in love with new ships and can't get up, though! If I get enough love I maaay come out of my shell and post some new pairings. My Rick and Morty drabbles are itching to see the lime light.-
(We're allll gonna pretend Preshie is NOT related to homestar. I needed a character that would obviously have little ties to Homestar, but was not someone new so nobody recognized her. I've made her more or less Homestar's age, even though she's obviously canonically younger. Can't tell me what to do since Preshie's technically not even canon anyway; same thing with Homeschool, who hasn't changed here. Enjoy!)
Strong Bad came in a few days later when Homestar was fully healed and starting to speak with a rehabilitation tutor. She was a sweet girl who was a bit petit for her actual age. The tutor and Homestar were just getting to know each other, and she laughed and nodded at something he'd said when Strong Bad walked in. Homestar continued to babble, cut off when he heard the door shut. "Stwo Bwo~!" He cooed happily. "This is Dr. Preshie." He happily announced. She stood to shake Strong Bad's hand. "It's actually Dr. Preston. It's nice to meet you. I've heard a bit about you. Homestar said you'd accompany us."
Strong Bad nodded, shaking her hand and observing her. She looked similar to Homestar, but he couldn't put his finger on how. "Um...nice to meet you too." He stated before walking over to Homestar with her, sitting beside him as they spoke. Strong Bad didn't speak much, confused on how he could come into the conversation, so he just spaced out. Dr. Preston eventually brought something up that grabbed Strong Bad's attention. "I've worked with a few patients that were children that were born without functioning arms. Something that's much easier for younger people but will surely work with some practice for someone in their twenties like you is when patients learn to function using their feet instead of their hands. It's very intriguing to watch the young adults I work with write with a pencil in their toes or eat with a fork that they pull up to their mouth.
"You can do that...!?" Strong Bad blurted out. The tutor chuckled and nodded, smiling wide. "Indeed, if someone were to practice, a little bit of physical classes on how to be able to turn your leg further left or right a bit more comfortably, you could definitely achieve that. Luckily for Homestar, his legs are long, and he's athletic. Compared to most patients he has a great head start." Homestar smiled wide, enjoying the way that stroked his ego. Strong Bad, at the same time that he was intrigued, was envious of Homestar's height.
"I'd happily sign you up for some of those classes if that interests you, which I think it does." She added, referring to the way Homestar smiled and sat upright. Homestar nodded in affirmation. "Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun. I wanna be able to do the stuff that I could do before!" He replied, ecstatic. Dr. Preston wrote down on a clipboard she was holding. "Alright. I'll tell you when I have you registered. It's not a big class. New people come in at any time though like you will soon. You seem like a person that gets along with people easily. I'm confident that you will make friends." She claimed, setting the clipboard in her lap.
Homestar nodded, turning to look at Strong Bad and smiling. Strong Bad returned a weak grin. "You'll do fine, Homestar, and even if nobody liked you in there I'm sticking around. I think this is going to be cool to watch." Strong Bad said to him, leaning back in his chair. Dr. Preston looked at her watch. "Ah, good thing we wrapped up in time. I'm a bit squeezed today when it comes to my schedule. I'll see you both later." She said as she gathered her things and departed.
Strong Bad turned to Homestar and had a slightly mystified smirk on his face. "Do you think you'll be able to handle that...? I can barely hold chopsticks." Homestar giggled in response. "I think I'll get the hang of it. I bet all the other people in there'll support me. It's really an odd skill so I don't think anybody will judge me." Strong Bad nodded and leaned back, chatting with Homestar for a while until he realized just how much time had passed. "Aw, geez, I gotta go make dinner before The Cheat's stomach starts eating itself."
Strong Bad eventually made his way home. He was in a much better mood than he was before, seeing that Homestar was just as disgustingly cheery as usual, everything seemed right. He answered an email and by the end of it it was too late for him to try to do anything else but have his eyelids shut as soon as he flopped onto the couch.
The following day, Dr. Preston informed to two about when Homestar's classes would start. When that day came a few days later, Homestar would have tugged Strong Bad into the room excitedly if he could've. The teacher looked up and the hint of a smile appeared on his face. Strong Bad wasn't sure why he didn't expect it, but this man was also armless. It goes to show that it 'takes one to teach one' he figured.
"Mr. Runner? You and your accompaniment please take a seat." Homestar nodded at the man and sat down next to Strong Bad. A few people were in the room but it certainly wasn't full. "My name is Mr. Winner. Everyone else will arrive shortly. Then we'll start." Homestar looked around and felt very secure that the room that was full of people like him.
After no more than ten minutes, everyone else had arrived. Homestar fidgeted a bit in his seat with nerves and excitement. Strong Bad just looked around in slight awe. There were this many people that were inflicted like this not too far away? He wondered about how things were for them. Not everybody springs back like Homestar. It bothered him deeply.