twenty-three ➢ spam + voice

[patheticvillain]

spam } barron

[It's really, really tempting to half-ass this, once Cassel gets up the nerve to finally do it. He's made the pictures without talking to his warden or his friends or anybody. He hasn't asked for validation; he doesn't need it. It makes him uncomfortable, but he knows he has to. He knows this is the right thing to do.]

[When he knocks on Barron's door, there's a light sweat on his palms in his black gloves, and he's moving an envelope nervously from one hand to the other. Inside, there are three photos, each with a handwritten note on the back.]

[One of himself - This is Cassel Sharpe. He's your little brother, and he loves you.]

[The second one - This is Prefect. He's your warden, and he loves you.]

[And the last one - This is Daneca Wasserman. She was your girlfriend, and you love her.]

later } kon

[He's subdued when he comes to find Kon. Mostly he just doesn't want to be alone right now - doesn't want to think about his family, or anybody's family. Maybe they can train or play with Patches or something.]

[Knocking on Kon's door, he shuffles his feet and shoves his hands in his pockets. No idea what's just happened, besides the obvious.]

later still } zane

[Now his hands are trembling. All of him is trembling. He feels weird, like this is some kind of nightmare that won't look like one until, abruptly, it does.]

[He raps loudly and arrhythmically at Zane's door, his covered knuckles stuttering on the stone.]

Zane. Zane! I need to talk to you. Please open up.

and finally } public/voice

[More than anything, Cassel sounds stunned. Not happy, not yet. Just baffled. It's been a long day.]

So, uh. I just graduated. And I'm staying.

[Long . . . pause.]

That's kind of it.

Comments

[mistconduct]

Awesome. Let me know when, I'll pack a bag.

[patheticvillain]

Soon. Really soon. Kon's gonna go home and - after that.

[mistconduct]

Is he going for good?

[patheticvillain]

Yeah. He's going to Steph. They're gonna get married and all that.

[mistconduct]

Shit. That's beautiful.

[patheticvillain]

It kind of is, isn't it.

[mistconduct]

Man. I know we didn't get along most of the time he was here, but...fuck it, good luck to him.

[patheticvillain]

He's gonna be awesome. We're all gonna be awesome.

[mistconduct]

Jesus, you're cheerful. I don't think I can stand to be around you anymore.

[patheticvillain]

It won't last. I'll be a nasty little shit again by tomorrow morning.

[mistconduct]

You promise? Promise me, Cassel. Promise I don't have to deal with some fucking sunny disposition.

[patheticvillain]

Swear to God. You want me to prove it?

[mistconduct]

How are you going to prove it?

[patheticvillain]

How do you want me to prove it?

[mistconduct]

You can't just say "I'll prove it" without having an idea, man, come on.

Also, what's your best color scheme? I go for red and black but I don't know if that'll work with you.

[patheticvillain]

I never said I didn't have an idea.

Oh my god. Before we talk about colors, no spandex.

[mistconduct]

Stop jerking me around, then!

Leather and spandex. Mostly leather.

[patheticvillain]

But I like jerking you around.

What about just leather?

[mistconduct]

....Okay, I don't think we can continue that part in public because holy shit so turned on right now.

Well, I'll consider it, but it looks really sweet with a mix of the two.

[patheticvillain]

Maybe you should c'mere, then, so I can be mean to you in person. Maybe in leather pants if you work quick.

[mistconduct]

[Sudden noises of Chris scrambling on the other side of the communicator before all goes black.

Yes he is running over while trying to pull his pants on]

[patheticvillain]

[Aaand after he finishes hyperventilating with laughter, Cassel will leave the door open a little, because doorknobs are clearly going to be difficult for Chris today.]

[mistconduct]

[Moments later, Chris tumbles into Cassel's room wearing his leather bodysuit without the cape and gloves, panting]

I fucking...ran....all the way...here.....to....


fuck.

[patheticvillain]

Don't have a heart attack, I just graduated.

[He smirks and leans back on his hands on the bed.]

Get over here.

[mistconduct]

[Without another thought, Chris stumbles into the room and drops onto the bed face-first, planting himself there]

Fuck, dude.