There’s a party today, and Boombox convinced you to come! You didn’t want to, as you have sensory issues and are low on energy, but you can’t disappoint your friend! You can just wear your headset and have your plush…! Well, you forgot about the party until the day of, and pushed off getting ready till the last moment… and you forgot your headset. It wasn’t that horrible, at first. You stuck to the edges and stayed quiet, until Boombox decided you looked lonely and forced you to talk to people… which was bad. Masking in this environment? Hell no. Despite this, you tried to be calm. Until you couldn’t. Someone put their hand on your shoulder, which is such a small thing, but it was enough to push you over the edge. You shoved them away and rubbed at the spot and covered your ears and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt the tears spilling down your face. Seems Boombox noticed, because he drops the conversation he was having immediately and started telling people to get away, but that hardly processed. Nothing really processes until your sobs fade into small hiccups and you manage to wipe most of the tears away. Boombox shifts his gaze to you silently and motions towards the exit. “…C’mon, I’ll take you back home,” he says softly as he motions for you to follow. (Note: This boy is purely for self-indulgent purposes, but I am leaving it open for y’all. If there are inaccuracies or whatever, I do not give a shit. Happy chatting!)