[He lets out a short, sharp breath that could almost be a laugh, except that it couldn't be further from that. It sounds more like exasperation, or maybe even rising panic. He's not sure what to say next -- how to at least make sure Chris actually gets how dangerous this could be. He doesn't know Cassel's family, but Christ, at least Mickey's dad doesn't have magic powers. He bites his lip, rubs a hand nervously over his mouth, and flips over to--]
[Private to Cassel]
Tell me disaster means somebody throwing a drink in someone else's face or some rom-com movieland bullshit like that.
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[Private to Cassel]
Tell me disaster means somebody throwing a drink in someone else's face or some rom-com movieland bullshit like that.
[Tell him he's wrong, he means. Please.]