As the video chat with Chrissy and Londyn ended, Dayton stretched until her shoulders relaxed, then crossed the room like she was switching tasks on a checklist.
The habitat sat in its cube on the shelf unit, warm lit and perfectly setup. Ezra was inside, standing near the clear wall as if he’d been waiting there the whole time. That annoyed him about himself. The part that wanted to be ready. The part that still responded to her presence like it mattered.
Dayton opened the top panel and lowered her hand into the enclosure, palm down, steady.
“Do you want out?” she asked.
Ezra hesitated for half a second, then stepped onto her hand.
Even that had become a skill. He placed his feet carefully, testing her skin the way you tested ice. He didn’t want to slip. He didn’t want to look helpless. He didn’t want to give her anything that felt like proof that he wasn’t capable.
Dayton watched him tread lightly, then lifted him out and set him down on the floor beside her bed. The carpet gave under his shoes in a way that was almost insulting. Soft enough to forgive him.
“You can explore or do whatever,” she said, matter of fact. “Mom’s not here, so you don’t need to be in the ball or anything. That’s more for her. I used it on Jordy once when I was younger because I thought it would be fun. But it was kind of mean when I look back at it. I did apologize, although much later, but all I can do is learn you know.”
“You apologized,” he said, voice even. Too even. “That’s… better than most. Not what I would have expected.”
Dayton’s eyebrows lifted slightly, like she hadn’t expected that much honesty.
“But,” Ezra continued, and the word came out like the edge of a knife “I need you to understand something. An apology doesn’t rewind time. It doesn’t unhear the laughter. It doesn’t unfeel the panic.”
Dayton’s mouth tightened. “I know.”
“You know it intellectually,” Ezra said. “That’s not the same as knowing it in your bones.”
He made himself meet her eyes, because looking away would feel like surrender, and he was running out of places to keep his spine.
“When you say ‘hamster ball,’ you’re saying it like… a phase. Like a childhood experiment. Something you outgrew.” His gaze flicked, involuntarily, to the clear plastic sphere sitting in the corner of the room, half shadowed by furniture. “For the person inside it, it’s not a phase. It’s a memory that gets stored in the same place as… drowning.”
Dayton swallowed. “I didn’t mean it like a taunt today.”
“I know you probably didn’t,” Ezra said. Then, quieter, “That’s what makes it worse.”
He let that hang for a minute, not dramatic, just honest. A moment to reflect like he would with his lectures.
“Jordy probably accepted your apology,” he went on. “He probably meant it. People do that. They accept apologies because they want the world to be livable.” Ezra’s mouth pulled tight at one corner but inched towards the slightest almost smile. “Acceptance isn’t the same thing as erasure.”
Dayton’s gaze drifted again to his collar, to the charms. Ownership turned into jewelry. A life turned into icons.
Ezra followed her eyes and spoke again, careful, precise. Measured.
“So learn,” he said. “That part is real. But don’t confuse ‘I apologized’ with ‘it’s okay now.’ Sometimes the best you get is… ‘I won’t do that again.’ Sometimes the best you get is a person who can stand to be in the same room with you.”
Dayton’s voice came out smaller than she probably wanted. “Is that what this is for you.”
Ezra didn’t answer right away. He breathed, and the charms on his collar gave the faintest, traitorous tick when his throat moved.
“I’m here,” he said. “That’s the only measure that doesn’t lie.”
His eyes dropped to the charms on his collar. For a second, his face went blank in that teacher way, like he was choosing the exact sentence he wanted to leave behind.
“It’s amazing,” he said quietly, “how fast people learn to decorate what scares them.”
“This is why I got the charms,” Dayton added quickly, like she was heading off an argument before it started. “Not a bell. Not a… cat collar situation. Just… if you move and end up behind me, there’s at least a tiny sound. I don’t want you getting stepped on.”
Ezra took one careful step.
The charms didn’t ring. They didn’t jingle like a pet store fantasy. They just made the thinnest tick when metal brushed metal, like punctuation.
A soccer ball.
Her life. Her normal. Hanging from the same collar that had erased his.
He swallowed, and the collar shifted against his throat.
Dayton straightened, apparently satisfied that he wasn’t going to bolt for the door he couldn’t cross anyway. Then she turned and walked back to her desk, digging into her backpack and pulling out a couple of packets and folders like she was unloading groceries. She logged into the school site, clicked through tabs of her class pages and didn’t look at him again for a minute too long.
In her mind, it was still surreal to have Ezra walking around her room. She could feel that. The forced casualness. The deliberate choice not to stare at him like he was a new app she couldn’t stop checking.
She wanted him to have space.
Ezra hated that part of her. He hated that it wasn’t fake.
“If you need anything, let me know,” Dayton said without turning around, already typing.
Ezra didn’t answer. He stood there on the carpet and tried to convince himself he didn’t care that she’d offered the floor like it was generosity.
Dayton clicked into the group Discord, her laptop camera angled up just enough to catch her face and the top of her bed behind her.
A chorus of noise rushed in instantly.
“Where have you been?” Hayden said. “Nicole’s been on for like ever.”
Hannah was visible she was drawing on stream like it was a sacred ritual. Lines, shading, her pencil moving with quiet confidence while the rest of them talked over it.
Dayton rolled her eyes in a way that meant she was smiling. “Chrissy called, so I was talking with her and Londyn for a bit. Then I’m texting Sara while talking to you guys now and doing homework. I was supposed to call her but it’s been so chaotic today.”
“You say ‘chaotic’ like you didn’t literally get assigned a Little in a full on school raid,” Hayden said.
Dayton’s mouth twitched. “It wasn’t assigned. I filed.”
“Same energy,” Hayden said. “I thought you’d be setting up everything for your new Little.”
“I did some of that when I got home,” Dayton said, fingers flying over the keyboard. “I got the security stuff set up so he can’t go outside the house without me or leave my bedroom without me.”
Ezra froze.
Even hearing it said casually out loud, to friends, made it land in a new place. Like it was not just policy. It was identity. This is how we live now.
Dayton kept going, like she was reading off what she’d done in a game tutorial. “The bedroom one is mostly for Mom’s sake, because she’s super weird about him wandering freely. It’s not like your parents with Kinsley where she can go where she wants.”
Kinsley’s voice cut in, dry and sharper than Hayden’s jokes. “Because they don’t think I’m a rodent.”
Nicole’s voice followed immediately, softer but firm in the way sisters got when they were covering each other. “Kin.”
“What?” Kinsley said, but the edge stayed. “It’s true. People get weird the second you’re small enough to fit in someone’s hand.”
Ezra couldn’t see them, but he could hear the shift. Kinsley wasn’t being funny. Not really. She was saying it like someone who’d learned the rules the hard way.
Dayton exhaled through her nose, the closest she got to admitting fault without bleeding. “My mom doesn’t… yeah. That’s fair. I wish she was more open minded. They can be more…”
There was a pause in the call, like the group collectively decided whether to poke that bruise.
Hayden, of course, poked it anyway, but gently. “Your mom loves you, Day. She’s just… a ‘no tiny feet on my counters’ kind of person.”
“She’s a ‘no tiny anything on my counters’ person,” Dayton muttered. “Which is why the rules exist.”
Ezra moved again, slow. Another step across the carpet. Another faint tick from the charms.
Dayton didn’t look back. But her shoulders eased by a fraction, like the sound had done what it was designed to do.
Ezra stared at the vastness of her room, at the bed like a platform, the desk like a cliff, the posters and trophies and framed certificates that still belonged to a life moving forward.
His life didn’t move forward. It got managed.
He breathed in, tasting the soft laundry detergent, the faint sweetness of her lotion, the sterile perfection of a room that wasn’t built for him and didn’t care that it held him anyway.
On Discord, their voices rose and tangled. Kinsley stepped away to get more comfortable. Homework. Plans. Gossip. A normal world that could still include him, provided he stayed small, quiet, and useful.
Ezra turned toward the far side of the room and started walking, counting distance in careful steps, the charms answering each shift with that thin metallic tick.
Not a degradation, he told himself. Not a leash.
Just the sound of being findable.
actually pretty solid and open conversation between them in the grand scheme of things. I also think he nailed the meaning behind Jordans acceptance of her apolgy, which is cool cause he hasn’t met him yet. kinda tells you Ezra’s a pretty mature dude once you cut through everything. Explaining the difference between accepting an apology and that things are good now was important too. He probably genuinely appreciated the apology, but wants to make sure, in his own way, that Dayton knows he’s still not okay with things right now. And that probably means he’s aware of the opposite. there’s probably a smoother path to growth, appreciation, and acceptance for both of them than initially expected just based on the short talk. they just need to keep doing it.
Also agree with Kinsley. People seem to generally be looking at littles like rodents, even if Nicole’s not comfortable with acknowledging it, it’s how Kinsley feels she’s looked at, and it’s totally valid to feel that way
I feel like we’re missing the start of the conversation, like there was meant to be a chapter in between this chapter and the previous.
The story follows Dayton so you hear what she was present for however Nicole Hayden and Hannah weren’t sitting in silence waiting for Dayton.
The intent was to make it feel like you are coming into a group chat that is Alive
And happening. And not just waiting for Dayton to come in for things to exist.
I was referring to the conversation between Dayton and Ezra at the start of the capter, not the discord chat.
Oh, no that’s all there is to that conversation it’s just based on the hamster ball usage
So we aren’t shown Dayton telling Ezra about the hamsterball (and by extension her last interaction with Jordy), just Ezra’s reaction to it?
Did dayton. Not talk about this when she came home from school. I’ll have to check after work as now I’m not sure based on your comments. Did I cut the scene with him in the hamster ball. As when Dayton comes home from
School after the fridge part she puts
Him in the hamster ball and mentions Jordy was in there before and didn’t like it. But if he roaming downstairs he will need to be in the ball for her moms sake.
As this bit is the follow up to this part. If I removed that part then this section I agree wouldn’t make as much sense. It’s entirely possible I removed it and then forgot removing it.
Edit: did find this in the version history of Microsoft word. I never rewrote the ball scene in the updated chapter 45. Which is why I remembered it
But none of you did.
Using this website’s search feature, I checked, and this is the only Dayton:JGC chapter to mention the hamster ball.
Also, this is the conversation I’ve been waiting for, the one where her sins with Jordan get brought up, so I’d remember if it had happened. (which is also why it immediately frustrated me that it feels like it got skipped in a minor time jump.)
oh, i thought this was about a comment made at school during lunch by Hayden and Dayton not dismissing it.
yeah I don’t recall ezra being in a hamsterball at all
I got the same impression as Lethal, like we missed a conversation. I don’t remember Dayton putting Ezra into the hamster ball, so you probably did cut that scene,
Too bad, because that sounds like it would have been good. If you find it, please post it retroactively.
I think lethal means like when did she tell him about jordy? And the hamster ball…
Well he knows of jordan from Sara’s streams as he is a fan. So he has some level of idea of the kind of person Jordan is as unlike Sara Jordan doesn’t have a streamer personality. It’s just Jordan.
Being a little he can imagine what Jordan felt is trying to genuinely help Dayton in his own way. It could be read as a peace offering or olive
Branch or just the reality that the best needs to be made in the situation.
Kinsley is on point.
1) “He didn’t want to slip. He didn’t want to look helpless. He didn’t want to give her anything that felt like proof that he wasnt capable.” Fair enough
2) “Two charms hung there. One was a flat little tag stamped with a soccer ball pattern. The other was simpler, just a small metal shape that caught the light.” DIdn’t he have three? A Ballet slipper, a D, and a Soccer ball?
3) “You apologised, that’s… better than most. Not what I would have expected.” But did she mean it?
4) “But, I need you to understand something. An apology doesn’t rewind time. It doesn’t unhear the laughter. It doesn’t unfeel the panic.” Not do they erase consequences
5.1) “When you say ‘hamster ball,’ you’re saying it like… a phase. Like a childhood experiment. Something you outgrew.” Is there a chapter missing? When did she say hamsterball? Did she tell him about what she did to Jordan? because that’s the conversation I’ve been waiting for, and it looks like it got skipped to the aftermath
5,2) ““For the person inside it, it’s not a phase. It’s a memory that gets stored in the same place as… drowning.” I do like that he’s pointing out how bad that was
6) ““I didn’t mean it like a taunt today.” – “I know you probably didn’t. That’s what makes it worse.” Intent matters, but so do results.
7.1) “Jordy probably accepted your apology,” The apology Dayton immediately took back once Sara turned her back? I doubt that.
7.2) “He probably meant it. People do that. They accept apologies because they want the world to be livable.” Ezra’s mouth pulled tight at one corner but inched towards the slightest almost smile. “Acceptance isn’t the same thing as erasure.” He “accepted” it to end the conversation
8) “But don’t confuse ‘I apologized’ with ‘it’s okay now.’ Sometimes the best you get is… ‘I won’t do that again.’ Sometimes the best you get is a person who can stand to be in the same room with you.” I do love that he’s explaining to Dayton that things aren’t as smooth as she believes.
9) “This is why I got the charms, not a bell. Not a… cat collar situation. Just… if you move and end up behind me, there’s at least a tiny sound. I don’t want you getting stepped on.” But you got charms that interest you, not charms that interest him.
10) “She wanted him to have space. Ezra hated that part of her. He hated that it wasn’t fake.” Wanted to give him space, but on her terms
11) “Ezra didn’t answer. He stood there on the carpet and tried to convince himself he didn’t care that she’d offered the floor like it was generosity” That’s more generous than I was expecting from Dayton
12) “You say ‘chaotic’ like you didn’t literally get assigned a Little in a full on school raid,” She says Chaotic like she wasn’t the catylist
14) “Even hearing it said casually out loud, to friends, made it land in a new place. Like it was not just policy. It was identity. This is how we live now.” Hearing I’d mentioned so casually would feel off.
15) “The bedroom one is mostly for Mom’s sake, because she’s super weird about him wandering freely. It’s not like your parents with Kinsley where she can go where she wants.” That’s because Billy-Bob and his wife love Kinsley more than Mrs Harris hates Ezra
16) “People get weird the second you’re small enough to fit in someone’s hand.” That could be the tagline of this whole franchise.
17) “Dayton exhaled through her nose, the closest she got to admitting fault without bleeding” it would take a lot for her to say she did the wrong thing.
18) “Your mom loves you, Day. She’s just… a ‘no tiny feet on my counters’ kind of person.” “She’s a ‘no tiny anything on my counters’ person,” Counters? She doesn’t want Tinies in her house.
19) “Dayton didn’t look back. But her shoulders eased by a fraction, like the sound had done what it was designed to do.” Charms carm Dayton down while being stressful for Ezra
20) “A normal world that could still include him, provided he stayed small, quiet, and useful.” he’d be welcomed if he changed just about everything about himself.
5.1) yeah, like I said above I thought it was about a comment from lunch, but if this had happened to him it explains the frustration he was feeling in the chapters earlier with daytons mom. Doesn’t excuse him starting or trying to rip into Dayton to me, cause I don’t think anyone should mouth off to a person’s mom, but it adds context to why he was so close off and mad. Plus if she did tell him about Jordan, Dayton probably never gave much thought to the idea that Jordan apologized only to get away from her back then. Which her doing so now is important imo
1) Looking helpless in front of dayton woudl be the last visual image a little would want to give.
2) Yeah, he does have three but i use one as kind of like an ID tag. As it felt better then having three just decoratiosn which seemed a bit overkill in hindsight when the goal of htem is to serve a bit of a purpose along with being decorative but i didnt want it seem like he was wearing a charm bracelet.
3) Well the intention is she meant it but just becuase she meant it. It doesnt mean jordan forgets or acts like it never happened which is the ohter part of lesson she is getting which ezra is kind of teaching.
4) Agreed an apolgoy doesny normally erase teh consequences as the real consequences happen the moment it happened. As people have already formed the opinion. You can apologize and maybe modify or improve things but you can never replace the consequences. In my opinion.
5) this was the last version before hte final version but the dayton story hs gone through a good number of rewrites which is why i’m not very far into the next series. As each chapter is may be aroudn 1300ish words but they’ve been rewritten 3 or 4 times fully each chapter before i even did the AI edit for grammer, puncutation, verbage basically copyediting. As in this version Dayton is a bit tonally different as you can probably tell. She is closer to dayton seh was before which is ultimately what led to the drastic rewrite as I felt she hadn’t grown enough to make the story interesting it was just harsher and a bit meaner. which also kind of overshadowed her friends as they had smaller roles.
Anyway here is the section that was cut. There is a bit before this but its not relevant to the discussion. Its a version im not exactly proud of as the idea was to revise it more to make it more clear that its Daytons moms for the reason and less about dayton putting him the ball or getting any kind of joy or happiness or thinking its fun out of it. Its just this is what i ahve todo because my mom said so. So iwill do it in the places she can see kind of thing to fit the more matured dayton i transitioned for her, and the other charcters of the story. So its not quite hte version I thought i had rewrote but with all the other editing i was doing it was just in my head i had rewrote it. Last it before i post it. Apolgoies forthe formatting. Its kinda messed up as i took the historical version and copied and pasted it but i didnt want to restore that version so its not quite formated the greatest.
MOM!” Dayton’s voice exploded around him like a thunderclap, the sound waves
reverberating through the fabric chamber. Ezra pressed his palms against his ears, wincing
as the shout seemed to rattle his very bones. How had he never noticed how piercing her
voice could be? In the classroom, surrounded by other students, her words had blended
into the general cacophony. Now, trapped inches from her vocal cords, every syllable felt
like an assault.
The house enveloped them in a cocoon of unfamiliar sounds, the distant hum of central air
conditioning, the tick of a grandfather clock somewhere in the depths of the home, the
muffled response of Mrs. Harris from what sounded like another floor entirely. Dayton’s
footsteps, boom, boom, boom, resonated through the hardwood floors like distant artillery
fire.
When they reached the kitchen, the pocket tilted dramatically as Dayton leaned toward the
refrigerator. The massive appliance door swung open with a whoosh of cold air that
somehow reached even into Ezra’s cotton cocoon. Through the pocket opening, he caught
glimpses of a wonderland of giants: milk jugs that looked like white skyscrapers,
condiment bottles that towered like monuments, packages of lunch meat stacked like
apartment buildings.
The scale was overwhelming. A single grape would be like a basketball to him. A slice of
bread could serve as a mattress. The sheer abundance of food, food that would last him
months, casually arranged on shelves spoke to a world of plenty that he would never truly
participate in.
“I’d put you on the counter, but Mom wouldn’t like it,” Dayton said, her voice carrying a
casual authority that made Ezra’s chest tighten. The implication was clear: he was
something to be managed, hidden away when convenient, produced when desired. Like a
toy.
“I guess you can get a feel for the place. Just don’t wander too far.” The words hung in the
air as she began to lift him from the pocket, and for a moment, Ezra felt a flicker of hope.
Maybe she would let him explore with some dignity, maybe-
“Hold on, I used this with Jordy. He loved it…well okay being honest he wasn’t super impressed with it and hated it. I didn’t consider his feelings at the time because….I didn’t think. I just accepted what I was told and taught and saw. This is something I have to do.”
The mention of Jordy, another little, another person reduced to a plaything, sent ice
through Ezra’s veins. How many others had there been? How many others would there be
after him?
The hall closet was a cavern of shadows and looming shapes. Dayton’s hand rummaged
through the darkness, past winter coats that hung like fabric curtains, past boxes stacked
like building blocks, until she emerged with her prize: a clear plastic sphere that caught the
hallway light like a crystal ball.
Ezra’s breath caught. “Dayton…I mean Ms. Harris. Please, this is too far.”
But his protests died in his throat as she unscrewed the top half of the sphere with the
same casual efficiency she might use to open a jar of pickles. The plastic creaked
ominously, and the chemical smell of processed materials filled his nostrils. This wasn’t
just humiliating, it was dehumanizing.
“Please,” he whispered as she lowered him into the curved prison. “I can walk beside you. I
won’t run away. I can be useful, I can—”
The top half came down with a decisive click, and suddenly the world became a fishbowl.
Every surface curved and distorted, every sound muffled and strange. The air inside was
stale, carrying the faint scent of whatever cleaning products had been used on the plastic.
“Your voice sounds so squeaky now with you on the floor,” Dayton observed with the
detached curiosity of a scientist studying a specimen. “Come on. You can just follow me
around now. Since you’re in that ball you’re safe from being stepped on. So, get used to it.
When you’re out of my room you’ll probably have to be in there when Mom is around. I’ll let
you be out when she’s not around. As its really just for her.”
“Dayton, please,” he said, his voice indeed taking on a higher pitch as it bounced off the
curved walls. “I’m not an animal. I’m a person. I was your teacher. I can contribute, I can
help with homework, I can”
“Mr. Rhys” she interrupted, and the formal address somehow made everything worse.
“You’re not my teacher anymore. You’re my little. And littles need to be kept safe.”
The ball shifted as she nudged it with her foot, a gentle push that sent Ezra tumbling
backward in a slow, nauseating rotation. The kitchen spun around him in a dizzying
kaleidoscope of wooden cabinets, stainless steel appliances, and tile floors that stretched
away like a vast plain.
As the sphere rolled, Ezra had to brace himself against the walls, his body weight causing
the ball to change direction unpredictably. The sensation was like being trapped inside a
snow globe, tumbling end over end with no control over his destination. Every few seconds,
his world would flip upside down, and he’d find himself staring at the ceiling, impossibly
high, with light fixtures that looked like distant stars.
“See? You can go anywhere I go,” Dayton said, her giant form looming above him through
the curved plastic. From this angle, she looked like a colossus, her face distorted by the
sphere’s curvature into something alien and imposing. “Just remember to keep up.”
She began walking toward the living room, and Ezra had to push off against the walls to
make the ball roll forward. The motion was exhausting and disorienting, every step she
took required multiple rotations of his prison, and he never knew if he was moving in the
right direction until he’d already committed to the movement.
The living room was a landscape of giants’ furniture: a couch that rose like a cliff face,
coffee table legs that stood like tree trunks, a television mounted so high on the wall it
might as well have been a billboard. Persian rugs became rolling hills beneath his sphere,
their intricate patterns blurring into abstract swirls of color as he rolled across them.
“This is where we watch TV,” Dayton narrated, settling onto the couch with a casualness
that made the massive piece of furniture groan and shift. “I guess you can watch too, but
you’ll probably need to be up on the coffee table to see over the couch arm.”
She reached down and lifted his sphere, lifted him, with the same ease she might pick up a
basketball. The sensation of being hoisted through the air, completely at the mercy of her
grip, made Ezra’s stomach lurch. For a terrifying moment, he was suspended in space, the
ground falling away beneath him, entirely dependent on her not dropping him.
The coffee table was a vast plateau of polished wood, scattered with magazines the size of
billboards and a remote control that looked like a small building. Dayton set him down with
a gentle thud, and suddenly he was eye-level with the arm of the couch, staring across the
expanse of the living room from this new vantage point.
“Better?” she asked, settling back into the couch cushions. The springs groaned under her
weight, and Ezra could feel the vibrations through the coffee table.
“Dayton,” he said, pressing his face against the plastic to be closer to her. “You have to
understand, this isn’t right. I’m not a pet. I have thoughts, feelings, experiences. I can
contribute to conversations, help with schoolwork, share knowledge. I’m not just
something to be carried around and displayed.”
She looked at him with those dark eyes, eyes that had once looked to him for guidance in
literature that had sparked with curiosity when he explained literary concepts, that had
rolled with typical teenage exasperation when he assigned homework. Now they held
something different. A kind of benevolent ownership that chilled him to his core.
“Ezra” she said, her voice taking on the patient tone adults used with children, “you’re
overthinking this. I’m not being mean to you. I’m taking care of you. You’re safe, you’re fed,
you have a home. Lots of littles don’t even have that.”
The casual dismissal of his humanity was almost worse than outright cruelty. At least
cruelty acknowledged that he was something worth being cruel to. This…this was the
gentle condescension reserved for beings deemed incapable of understanding their own
best interests.
“I can be more than this,” he insisted, his voice cracking with desperation. “I can be a
companion, a friend, a…a partner in some way. You don’t have to treat me like I’m
helpless.”
“You are helpless,” she said matter-of-factly, reaching for the remote. “You’re four inches
tall. You can’t reach doorknobs, you can’t open containers, you can’t even cross the room
without help. That’s not your fault, it’s just how things are now.”
The television flickered to life, the screen dominating the wall like a movie theater display.
The volume, normal for someone Dayton’s size, was overwhelmingly loud for Ezra’s
sensitive hearing. He pressed his hands to his ears again, but the sound penetra ted the
plastic sphere anyway.
As she channel surfed, Ezra found himself rolling slightly with each vibration from the
remote clicks, each shift of her weight on the couch. The reality of his situation settled over
him like a heavy blanket: this was his life now. Rolling around in a plastic ball, being moved
from surface to surface at her whim, watching television shows from behind a curved wall
that marked him as fundamentally different from everyone else in the room.
5.2) Yeah the intent is he is kidn of explaining to her where she went wrong and why Jordan probably feels the way he feels. As while he doesnt like being in there it wasnt as traumatic of expierence for him As dayton wasnt playing with him in there. he was just in it for a bit and then it was over but not much happened.
6) agreed, you can mean something a certain way but if the other person doesnt take it that way. then what you intended may not mean much.
7) Hard to say with Jordan. He was clearly in a not fogotten state for quite awhile. But, he did chose finally during the christmas episode to atleast be around her. Which is improvement.
7.2) I believe Jordan probably accepted the apology but he didnt forget and teh apology didnt make it okay. It doesnt erase what happened. The consequence still exists even if the apology is accepted. Which is where the disconnect between how what dayton feels and what jordan feels can be different and why Sara didnt force him to participate in christmas if he didnt want too.
8) He’s still finding ways to teach. Showing possible windows into what there relationship could grow into.
9) I mean shes still dayton. She can grow and improve and be better but shes not that level of nice. That would be a unrealistic level fo growth for the amount of time that has passed.
10) Not really many ways around that. He is her little.
11) What level were you expecting? just her keeping him in the cage forever unless he is taken out to go with her places?
12) She was catalyst but if it wasnt here it would have been another catalyst. Ezra’s net result would have been the same. If not dayton it was someone else.
14) It would take getting used to as ideally it would never be normal.
15) William Robert does love Kinsley way more then Mrs. Harris ever could love Ezra.
16) It really could.
17) about this yes. but she doesnt think she did the wrong thing.She is probably more becuase its hard thats why its the right thing. the easy thing was to do nothing and say nothing.
18) In a perfect world.She doesnt mind them visiting or htem in other peoples houses. But living in her room she doesnt like. Kind of like a person who doesnt want pets but doesnt hate them or anything.
19) the duality of it all.
20) thats true of how people view alot of other people regardless of size in the real world. Seems accurate for the fictional one.
1) No, it seems unwise
2) So, the soccer ball became his name tag, and he still shas the D and the slipper?
3) That makes more sense know I know which apology she meant, but I don’t count that as a real apology since she withdrew it after sara looked the other way.
4) Sorry is a five letter word that means nothing without actions, actions I doubt Dayton has taken.
5.1) I’ll read and respond to it later, I’m gonna treat it like it’s own chapter. Though I question how cannon it is.
5.2) He does feel like he’s holding back though, like if he gets to honest with her she won’t handle the truth
7.1) He was in the room with her, but we don’t know if they interacted. Plus, Dayton is literally the scouse of is nightmares, so I doubt he’ll ever fully forgive her.
7.2) Even if he did forgive her when she apologised he should have withdrawn his forgiveness when she made it clear she wouldn’t change her ways.
8) I hope so, I was kind of hoping he’d call her out for her treatment of Jordan.
10) My point was the “on her terms” part lessons the sincerity.
11) Pretty much, but she would also take him out for servitude.
12) Probably.
15) Billy-Bob
17) also she’s a stubborn brat who wouldn’t admit fault if she knew she was a fault.
18) I’m a bit like that pet wise.
20) But that’s typically people willing choosing to change to join groups they want to be a part of, this is Ezra being forced to join a group he was likely looking forward to never seeing again.
2) Correct.
5.
As I understand it, this scene takes place before meeting his mother and turning on the house’s security system. Incidentally, I don’t think it’s finished. How did Ezra get out of the orb? Did he beg Dayton? Did she let him out herself, or did her mother tell her when she saw him? When and how did she apologize, and for what? If she thinks he should move around the house like that in front of his mother (or is it her mother’s demand?). Incidentally, in this scene, all of Ezra’s bravado and primness instantly vanish in the face of the threat of the orb, and he literally begs Dayton. Although this scene, her attitude toward Ezra in it, her careless phrasing, effectively negates all of Dayton’s progress described by the author.
Author – the ending of the excerpt is needed to understand the development of the situation, even without integrating it into Chapter 45 🙂
this scene canonically never happens as it was cut in the rewrite. The bit posted here is just a section not hte entirety of that versions story line. So you dont have the parts you are talking about as they didnt occur in that specific chapter.
The actual portion that was missing, wa sjust a couple paragraphs didnt come over when i was copy and pasting.
They have since been added into the episode 64.
So this version now appears how it is supposed to be appear.
the version referenced in chapter 5 was never posted in its entirety. As its form a completely different written version of sthe story itself.
Yeah, I didn’t notice you edited the chapter.
Good talk between Dayton and Ezra on apologizing.