watch the world go by

He tried to breathe his way through it, but that was of little to no avail. He tried stimming, but any movement would remind him of his clothes and how uncomfortable his own goddamn skin was, and the way his throat buzzed when he tried to hum or even whisper felt horrible. He had nothing here to calm himself. He was hyperventilating, shaking, with seemingly no escape.Footsteps came down the hall. Had he been too abrupt in leaving the meeting? He could hear a slight echo through the halls, someone calling out his name. Fuck. He tried pulling on his cape, to teleport himself out of hiding and greet whoever it was, but he couldn’t stifle a cry of discomfort upon feeling the scratchiness of it. The footsteps came closer. They’d heard him, they’d heard him and now they were coming to scold him for whatever the hell it was he did this time -