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private/video | chris

[Cassel is looking just - crazy excited right now. For him, anyway; he's grinning wide, one of his legs jogging as he speaks.]

Hey, Skywalker. [Guess who got out early. And guess who's caught up with what you've been doing.]

Point one, hi, but I said that. Point two, you totally are a weapon of mass destruction, I don't know why you never used that line on me before. Point three, I have a billion things to tell you, starting with - Star Wars?

spam 1 {mid-afternoon 5/13; deck}

[The first thing Cassel does when he gets out of Zero - besides calling Chris, which always comes first - is he takes Patches up on deck. It's kind of stupid, but he's missed this dog like crazy, and he's more than happy to spend an hour or two in the fresh air throwing a ball for him.]

[For those who know him, he looks weirdly content, like a weight's been lifted; for those who don't, he looks a hell of a lot more like a normal kid than he's ever looked before.]

spam 2 {mid-afternoon thru evening 5/13; gym}

[When Kon suggested he start working in the gym for real, it had seemed like a weird idea at first, but the more he thinks about it the more it seems like - maybe it wouldn't be so bad. So he says he'll try it out, at least, and if he's going to try he's going to start right away. No point waiting.]

[He's still learning the ropes beyond just cleaning tonight, but he's around, keeping things as organized as he can on Kon's direction.]

private/video | doyle

[The camera's on to prove a point: that he's genuine about this, because he is, extremely. Discomfort shows on his face, because he's not used to apologizing, and he can't look at the camera for more than a couple seconds at a time, but he goes for it anyway.]

Hi. Um.

I'd like to talk to you, if that's cool. Here or in person. Or I can just text if you'd rather do that, I - you know. Whatever you want.

private/voice | steph

Do you still wanna skip the apology? Because I have one. Up to you.

private/voice, later | zane

[It's tempting to yell at Zane, or to ask if he's okay, or to say nothing at all, or to go find him in person now that he can. None of these sound particularly right, though, especially after everything he's ~~stalked~~ read over the last hour or so, so he reverts to sarcasm. Decently affectionate sarcasm, but sarcasm nonetheless.]

You're such an idiot. I feel like you should win a prize for being as much of an idiot as you are.

private/text | barron

pizza?

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Well, it's about time, the prick.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm awesome. I'm great. How are you?

He's been okay. We figured out - well, I'm going to have armor when port comes. Not knight armor, the kind he has. I want to make some for you, too, if it's cool with Rorschach.

I'm - way better. I don't like being in a cage.

No, man, I've got armor, Megamind's made me some pretty sweet kevlar shit or something. But good, you're armored. That's what all my fights with your warden were about. Now, if he'd fucking listened to me in the first place we'd be best friends.

Yeah, who fucking does? God damn it, promise me that if you ever go back to Zero it's for stabbing some prick in the face, at least make it worth the time and effort.

No, you wouldn't. He's a goody-two-shoes and you wouldn't like him no matter what. But you don't need to.

[He laughs.] Yeah, fine, I promise.

Do you want to get dinner or something?

He is, isn't he? Man, you're totally right.

I would love to get dinner. You have no idea.

Meet you there?

Yeah.

Yeah, hey, let's grab dinner and then go up on deck with it, I don't want to eat indoors after all your time in Zero.

[A rush of incredibly visible gratitude.]

You're amazing. Five minutes.

Meet you upstairs.

[He's in the hallway outside the dining hall, leaning against the wall. Patches is at his side, looking up and down the hall alertly, occasionally sneaking glances at the tennis ball Cassel's throwing up in the air and catching.]

[Not even five minutes later, Chris makes it up the stairs from level 8. He sees Cassel and starts for him gladly, heedless of Patches]

Hey! Solo!

[The second he sees Chris the cool's gone; he stands up straight and pulls his hands out of his pockets, grinning.]

Hey, Skywalker.

[He spreads his arms.] Any major changes?

What, since I last saw you two days ago?

[It should come as no surprise that upon reaching Cassel, Chris immediately hugs him]

No, man. No, everything's pretty much the same.

[It's a little bit of a surprise to Cassel, even now, but a good one. After a second, he hugs him back.]

Sorry I freaked you out.

[sorry, Cassel, hugs are a necessity in the D'Amico family. Chris lets go after a second, looking sheepish]

You didn't freak me out. I'm fine.

Come on, let's go grab something and go up top.

Yeah, I know you're fine.

[Because they're both gonna pretend Chris wasn't crying.]

[He knocks Chris's shoulder with his own and pushes past him into the dining hall with a smirk.]

[He wasn't crying. There was something in his eye.]

[Rolling his eyes at the shoulder bump, Chris follows after Cassel, nudging around Patches]

Dude, is your warden sending his dog to trail you?

Kind of? We're going to play fetch in a little while. I think he's been bored, Kon's been down in Zero a lot.

[He considers his options and ends up getting a grilled cheese, because no meat or whatever, and balances the tennis ball on his tray.]

[He looks at the dog over his shoulder, uneasy with anything having to do with Kon.]

Yeah. All right. His fault.

[Because nothing is Cassel's fault. Chris picks up his eggplant with roast potatoes because he's starving after training so long]

Mine too. [He says this easily. It's true.]

[Tossing his head to gesture that they should go up to the deck, he leads the way again, glancing back at Chris to make sure he's coming.]

You like dogs, right?

[He doesn't say anything to this, unwilling to admit it. He follows close behind, balancing his tray while eating off it at the same time]

I like some dogs.

[Not Kon's dog]

[After a pause, he falls back so they're walking side by side.]

He's okay. He's not a spy cam or anything.

You . . . want me to send him away?

[He turns to watch Patches, unsure]

I don't know. I guess not, but. We're probably not going to get along. Dogs have this sense about who their masters like and don't like.

He liked me back when I didn't like Kon.

[There's a moment of hesitation, during which Patches catches up and walks at Cassel's other side. Then he reaches for Chris's hand.]

He's cool. I swear.

...Yeah?

[Chris slides his hand into Cassel's without even thinking about it, giving the dog another nervous glance]

What?

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