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[patheticvillain]

wichita's gone. her cabin's blank.

first one of the month, i guess.

spam } morgause ( tw; self-injury )

[He's been spending a lot of time as a cat lately. If you asked him why, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Probably he'd say something snide like four legs are better than one and then change the subject, like you wouldn't notice the stunt he was trying to pull.]

[The truth is twofold. He wants to hurt. Very badly, even now, he wants to hurt. It's self-flagellating, because Kon's suit is tucked away in his closet gathering dust, and there's nothing to protect him from pain anymore.]

[The other reason is that he misses home, and this form is inextricably connected with his home. The feel of fur down his back reminds him of Lila in his bed, and missing her is a familiar, if dulled, ache. Another way to hurt is remembering.]

[When he sees Morgause vanishing down the hall after breakfast, he follows after her. Not because he likes her - he doesn't know her from Adam - but because she's Morgana's, and Morgana is (tangentially) his. His paws tread silently down the hall behind her, but she might notice him by a prickling at the back of her neck: he's staring at her, unwavering, unblinking.]

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[youmayregretthat]

[Morgause will just roughly nudge him with a foot into the common room when she passes it. Go away, cat.]

[patheticvillain]

[The cat goes away, ducking behind a couch. However, after a couple minutes' pause and a few gristley noises, a young man appears from behind the couch and jogs after Morgause down the hall.]

Hey, wait up!

[youmayregretthat]

[The noises are what catches Morgause's attention, the sound carrying a little ways, but she doesn't stop until she hears Cassel calling for her. She looks him over.]

You must be the cat.

[patheticvillain]

Who, me?

[He shrugs, like, Nah, not me. Which is dumb, because he's obviously the cat. Catching up to her at a jog, he stops at her side and gives a cheeky grin.]

You're a lot meaner than your sister is to cats, you know.

[youmayregretthat]

My sister possesses far greater patience for petty annoyances than I.

[She just gives him a bland look. Sorry, son, she ain't all that impressed.]

What is your name?

this icon isn't really relevant but i wanted to use it

[patheticvillain]

Cassel. And you're Morgause.

[See, he knows stuff. He sticks his hands in his pockets and follows behind her as she goes, watching the hall ahead of him and just listening to the tone of her voice to see how she reacts.]

She's not that patient, actually. I think you just break the mold.

i will allow it this time, but next time... B[

[youmayregretthat]

Am I to find that a compliment?

[She does smile though, and it slips a little into her tone. Okay, you might be an amusing plaything, Cassel. If you're as egotistical as you seem right now.]

what if i use this one tho

[patheticvillain]

[He absolutely is that egotistical, if not more so. A prime being-messed-with candidate.]

You can if you want to. Generally I let people interpret my statements however they want. I'm not the words police.

i'd say that's too dramatic, but it's cassel, soooo...

[youmayregretthat]

How reassuring to know. Then allow me to extend you the same courtesy, if you are able.

[She is baiting him, of course. He will either be insulted and become indignant, or he will try to prove himself as casually as possible. Much as he's likely speaking to her (in order to attempt) to test her, she is now also testing him.]

never too dramatic

[patheticvillain]

[He scoffs.]

What kind of bullshit is that, am I able. Anything you can do, I can do better, Morgause.

nevahevah

[youmayregretthat]

Not likely, but I certainly can't stop you from believing.

[She doesn't have her magic, sure, but she's also not wandering the halls in cat form either. She still has a purpose.]

getting back 2gethah

[patheticvillain]

You sure can't. My self-esteem is at an all-time high.

[Ha. Haha.]

So, where are you off to on this fine day, Morgause?

[youmayregretthat]

I thought I might return to my room and read. I suppose you will have a different suggestion?

[Or perhaps a remark to make upon it. He's already giving her some of his opinions without prompting, after all.]

[patheticvillain]

I think you should do something more social than that. You seem kind of like a hermit.

[And he is going to continue offering opinions without prompting! Probably forever!]

[youmayregretthat]

[Oh and boy is she gonna love his opinions! That's only like maybe 65% sarcastic.]

[Morgause's lips curl into a smile. It seems soft around her lips, but there's a bite to her eyes.]

And what would you suggest then?

[patheticvillain]

[He cocks his head at her, looks her up and down.]

A run, or lunch? You pick.

[youmayregretthat]

I would be amenable to sharing a meal.

[patheticvillain]

Cool. I'll introduce you to the twenty-first-century concept of sand-wich-es.

[youmayregretthat]

[Cassel, you're getting a very bland and unimpressed look.]

Clever.

[Except not. At all.]

[patheticvillain]

I know, right?

[Grin, grin, grin.]

[youmayregretthat]

[Morgause shakes her head a little.]

I suppose you are under the impression that you grow on people after a time?

[patheticvillain]

I guess we'll see, won't we?

[Which means he's never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, Morgause.]

[youmayregretthat]

As if I have any choice in the matter when you can become an irritating little cat at will.

[patheticvillain]

I think you meant adorable little cat.

[youmayregretthat]

[Cassel, no.]

I'm certain I meant irritating.