Cassel Sharpe. (
patheticvillain) wrote2015-06-26 09:09 pm
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Hey. You busy?
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Got something for you.
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[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]
[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]
[He never said he was good at this.]
[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]
Hey. You busy?
private } beyond
Got something for you.
spam
[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]
[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]
[He never said he was good at this.]
[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]
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[Even he has some manners.]
I'll figure something out.
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[He means it. Despite all the shit, everything Mickey's said to him, he thinks it's true. Because there's a part of him that, if he was as mad at Iris as Mickey is right now, wouldn't say a word.]
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[Unsurprisingly, he squirms a little under the positive attention.]
I just-- I owe her that fucking much, that's all.
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She loves you.
[And you love her too. But there are lines you don't cross, of course, and saying that's one of them.]
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I wouldn't take it if that was the only reason, though.
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[Because then it would feel like a handout. Cassel wouldn't take it, either.]
You never really talked about her before.
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'Bout who? Iris?
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She's like that with everybody, right? Nothing to say.
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It's different with you.
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[Well... Yeah, that's pretty much accurate. He flushes slightly, hunching.]
I guess. I dunno. Like I said -- I figured she was just like that.
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[He grins a little.]
You're just special.
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Okay. Fine. I'm fucking special.
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Yeah you are. You're the best inmate on this stupid boat.
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