patheticvillain | eleven ➢ private + spam

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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[He does look like he's in a better place, and so while Vesper's still a little Not Sure If Want re: Patches (dogs are weird and smelly, okay), she still manages a genuine smile for the two of them when she spots them on deck.]

Someone looks like they're having a good day.

[Patches is off somewhere at the other end of the deck losing his mind over the tennis ball. Cassel grins up at her as he comes rocketing back across the boards.]

Better.

Are you checking on me?

[She smirks a little, because not really, but. Killing two birds with one stone, kind of.]

I was just coming up for a bit of fresh air. Am I not allowed to say hello?

It's a free deck, I guess.

[And there's Patches. Cassel retrieves the ball, tosses it from hand to hand, and then throws it right at Vesper.]

[Patches is so intent on these developments.]

[Vesper... is definitely not. B(

She still catches the ball though, and makes a bit of a face - not a totally undignified one, but Jesus Christ, this has been in a dog's mouth and just yuck - before tossing it for Patches to run after.]

Did you have any pets at home?

[Look, just because he had a revelation or two doesn't mean he's not an asshole.]

[When Patches comes running back, Cassel wrestles the ball out of his mouth and ruffles his ears.]

Kind of? Stray cats. You really didn't, though, did you?

[She's just relieved he didn't try to pass it back to her, although now she's got a wet hand and she's not going to wipe it on her trousers or blouse, thanks very much. So that's. Awesome. B(]

I had a cat, when I was younger. I've just never been much of a dog person, no offense intended to Patches.

Vesper.

[He lowers his voice to a whisper, leaning in.]

I don't think he understands English. He's a dog.

[Okay, two can play at this game, mister.]

Let's hope not.

[He is the king of this game.]

What kind of cat?

[She shrugs slightly.] Just a cat. She was grey, her name was Ursula.

I used to have one cat who followed me around. She was white, with one blue eye and one green eye. Her name was Lila.

What happened to her?

She found a home.

That's good.

Yeah, I think she's happier now.

[She glances over at him, a little curious.]

Do you miss her?

Yes. More than anything.

Really?

Yep.

I'm sorry. That must be difficult.

It is.

[He shrugs, and when Patches comes up again he ruffles his ears.]

What do you miss most?

[She considers the question while looking at Patches instead of Cassel, because she's almost not sure, in some ways. Her life had pretty much been a complicated nightmare for the last few years, and everything normal and safe seemed very far off.]

My apartment, I suppose. Having something to do every morning instead of wondering how I'm going to fill the day.

[He throws the ball again, and Patches rockets after it.]

You like being organized?

I do. [You've seen her room, okay, that place is very neat. B(]

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