fifty-five ➢ spam & voice

[patheticvillain]

private } mickey

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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[patheticvillain]

[He nods, a disconcertingly human gesture, before totally dissolving into a puddle of thrilled at the neck scritches. This is almost as good as hugs.]

[Purr purr purr purr.]

[thelastbullet]

[He's put the book away completely, now, and is petting Cassel with both hands, now.]

You just had a hankerin' to be a cat? Or did somethin' happen?

[patheticvillain]

[Good, Jimmy. Yes. This is exactly how you cat.]

[He squints one eye and leans into Jimmy's hand, shaking his head abruptly at did something happen. He just had a hankering. He's a weird dude.]

[thelastbullet]

Just wanted to be someone else for a while? [He slouches, allowing Cassel to sprawl on his lap a little more. This is- weird, definitely, but good-weird. Not like the time Cassel had transformed himself into something hideous because he felt that way; just weird. Things tend to be, with Cassel.]

[patheticvillain]

[Purr, purr, purr. That means yes. It's nice, being able to escape himself at times like this - even if he doesn't want to escape his people.]

[The truth is that he doesn't realize that it's weird. Sometimes he's a really fucking awful judge of normal.]