twenty-five ➢ private + spam

[patheticvillain]

private } chris

Hey.

private } vesper

sorry i scared you

spam } open. eeeeesh.

[Cassel spends the weekend and the first couple of days after Elena's outed pretty much just hiding in his room. He'll open the door to some people right away, some after a little persuasion, and completely ignore others.]

[After that, he starts picking up his shifts in the gym again, although he tends not to do much looking people in the eye. He can also be found scuttling away from social interaction in the dining hall.]

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[patheticvillain]

[And the kitty does not fear. The kitty scowls.]

Are you having a staring contest with him?

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[godsays]

Is he feral?

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[patheticvillain]

Yeah. Mostly, still.

He's better than he was.

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[godsays]

Does he have a name?

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[patheticvillain]

Ilia. Unless he decides it's not.

[The scowling continues. Then the cat stands, arches his back, and walks to sit possessively beside the bed. And scowls more.]

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[godsays]

He thinks the bed's his.

Or that you're his.

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[patheticvillain]

[Experimentally, Cassel holds his hand out. Ilia knocks his head against it, less out of desire for attention and more to mark him. Cassel nods as though that's decided it.]

I guess it's me. That's really good, actually.

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[godsays]

Means he hasn't rejected you.