patheticvillain | twenty ➢ private + spam

private } chris

Can we do something? Anything. Just away from everybody else because I am legitimately about to lose my mind.

private } vesper

So do you know how to play cards or does Jimmy just keep you around for eye candy?

[Please let him come to your room and play with Martin and avoid everybody else.]

private } kon

Hey. Um.

. . . Can I have a cat.

spam } bond

[Well, that went incredibly poorly. He's too off to focus well - not even mad, just off - and by the end he's frustrated enough that he wants to call it quits and give Cass the damn knife back. But giving up in front of James is absolutely not an option, so he just grits his teeth and closes it up.]

That was a colossal waste of time. [With the sunniest of smiles, of course.]

spam } prefect

[Cassel knows where to find Prefect. Absolutely. When he's not with Barron, he's in the pub. It's fucked up and pathetic, but that's the name of the game this week, so whatever. He's not quite messed up enough to try to get in without Kon, but he'll absolutely text Prefect from just outside the door. Yes he will.]

come outside. you have a secret admirer.

[This will probably work no matter how drunk he is.]

spam } gym & greenhouse

[Cassel's still taking double shifts at the gym. He's a pretty common fixture at this point, and when he's not furiously cleaning something he's doing light work on the mats, training with Kon or Cass or James.]

[The rest of the time, he's either locked up in his room or tucked away in a quiet corner of the greenhouse. There's still a strange feeling of safety that lingers here, even though he knows that whatever reason Ivy had to protect him when he was small, it doesn't carry over to now. He brings a book and curls up behind a raised flowerbed anyway, taking sanctuary in the quiet when he gets too antsy to stay in his room.]

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Now you are. [He falls silent, though, because, Christ - no real family elsewhere means he has family here, and James doesn't want to think about what that means much more deeply. He doesn't want to think about whether or not he's part of that family.

So he just shrugs, keeps his expression neutral.]

There's always a deal to be made.

Deal with the devil?

[He grins crookedly.]

Mom always told me not to trust anybody, I bet she wouldn't approve of me getting cozy with Space Satan.

Was she trustworthy? [Sometimes, he knows, it gets unclear. Muddy. The people you thought would have your back - don't.]

No.

[That's all. No. She wasn't.]

[He nods, then reaches out and takes Cassel by the shoulder, squeezing a little.]

You are.

[He hunches his shoulders but, for once, doesn't move away.]

[So that's five people, he thinks. Five people who are allowed to touch him.]

If you say so.