Aw, you an old one? Hey, I know Andy. We vibe pretty well.
[he scooches over on the couch, until he can put an arm around cass, resting his head on his BONEY SHOULDER. both because he's a dude who very much likes to show physical affection and also because he is slightly concussed, slightly drunk and very tired.]
My great granpa lived on Poni Island in Alola. Apparently he could catch Dhelmise with his bare hands.
Oh, I know Andy! [Brightly, but he doesn't elaborate much beyond that, partially because he often doesn't remember much about their get togethers thanks to mass drugs and booze, and partially because he's already trying to mull over Archie's other comment with a thoughtful scrunch to his nose.]
Think I only understood like every other word there. That some sorta weird language? Dalmase, they like dalmatians or something?
Giant anchors possessed--... actually, christ, I'm probably better just not knowing. Between that and the giant purple bat, it's like... a different world.
[What the fuck even is Archie's world, tbh? Cass knows of vampires and angels, of God and Satan, even weird global villains trying to take over the world, and one special boy with powers to make people do whatever the fuck he wants. But he sure has never heard of a sentient anchor who loves being scrubbed, or just... loves anything, because. Anchors don't love things! They exist.]
Not chunks of metal with feelings, mate, nah. Nothin' like that. We just got normal animals, like, y'know pretty much the same as what they got in this world, if we ignore them weird genetic things they made a few years back. Just dogs and cats and that sorta shite.
Huh, well. 'Least you got Crobat. Looks like he adopted ya immediately! [he leans back and exhales.] Hey, thanks for comin' back, seriously. We should hang more, maybe, when I'm not such a depressed bitch.
[The specialist boy who can do no wrong. That's Jesse, yup.]
Crobat? Is that the purple fella? Seems like a nice lad, very good flier too. [Cass was very impressed with his showing off earlier.]
Maybe you an' him can come visit my place sometimes? Got an open door sorta policy for friends, come in any time of the day or night, like, food and drink is fair game to visitors and the couch is always there.
Maurtia Falls. Number two, I think. [Probably, it's not like he looks at his own house number any more than he knows his own phone number. It's not a usually important detail!
There's no resistance to that lean in, stretching out an arm to awkwardly fling it over the back of the couch, creating space for leaning.]
We welcome depressed bitches especially, y'know. And fellas with broken ribs.
I guess it is... [He got pretty lucky with the pals that showed up, he knows this. Sure, there's the issue of unrequited love with Tulip, and the fact he sorta murdered Eccarius, but he's still rather have them both around than not.]
Bottle yeh? Hoping you don't want me stabbin' yeh.
[Because he won't! He's just going to reach for the booze instead and move to pour Archie more.]
Not always about who y'know though. Sometimes it's about the friends you make here.
You can do what you want, but you need to clean that shit up, bro.
[he holds his glass out, knowing cass isn't about to... stab him. obviously.]
Aye, sure. Why'd you think we're here right now? [he reaches over and musses his hand in cass's hair, ruffling it.] Like I'd trade ya for anyone in the world!
[A hair ruffle? Truly best buds now! He snickers lightly in return because he's just totally supportive of all this physical attention he's getting.]
Aw, yer just saying that 'cause I'm the only fella here. I appreciate it though, mate, I do. You letting me spend time here, and with booze too. You're a real good lad.
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[he scooches over on the couch, until he can put an arm around cass, resting his head on his BONEY SHOULDER. both because he's a dude who very much likes to show physical affection and also because he is slightly concussed, slightly drunk and very tired.]
My great granpa lived on Poni Island in Alola. Apparently he could catch Dhelmise with his bare hands.
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Think I only understood like every other word there. That some sorta weird language? Dalmase, they like dalmatians or something?
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[he doesn't press further! that's all there is to say on the matter!]
Ah-- no. They're giant anchors possessed by haunted seaweed.
[nice]
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[Beat. Oooh, wait.]
Huh. Probably is a different world.
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[he shrugs, throwing back the rest of his drink.]
D'you not have wild shit like that back home?
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Not chunks of metal with feelings, mate, nah. Nothin' like that. We just got normal animals, like, y'know pretty much the same as what they got in this world, if we ignore them weird genetic things they made a few years back. Just dogs and cats and that sorta shite.
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[jesse is not a special boy you take that back!!]
Huh, well. 'Least you got Crobat. Looks like he adopted ya immediately! [he leans back and exhales.] Hey, thanks for comin' back, seriously. We should hang more, maybe, when I'm not such a depressed bitch.
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Crobat? Is that the purple fella? Seems like a nice lad, very good flier too. [Cass was very impressed with his showing off earlier.]
Maybe you an' him can come visit my place sometimes? Got an open door sorta policy for friends, come in any time of the day or night, like, food and drink is fair game to visitors and the couch is always there.
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[the bat in question has retreated back outside, but archie nods.]
You're a good kind. Sure, I'd like that. [he leans a little heavier on cass, already tired.] Where's your place?
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There's no resistance to that lean in, stretching out an arm to awkwardly fling it over the back of the couch, creating space for leaning.]
We welcome depressed bitches especially, y'know. And fellas with broken ribs.
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[he sits up, pulls off his shirt. there is a bruise in the shape of a footprint on his chest.]
Yikes. Still, though! I know what broken ribs feel like. [a beat.] We? Who do you live with?
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[Not broken, but they sure look battered! So point proven!! Whatever the point was.]
We? There's me best mate, Tulip, and me fella, Eccarius. Just the three of us right now, but that's more than enough.
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That's all you need, sometimes. [he had that. now he doesn't. he sighs.] Bottle me.
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Bottle yeh? Hoping you don't want me stabbin' yeh.
[Because he won't! He's just going to reach for the booze instead and move to pour Archie more.]
Not always about who y'know though. Sometimes it's about the friends you make here.
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[he holds his glass out, knowing cass isn't about to... stab him. obviously.]
Aye, sure. Why'd you think we're here right now? [he reaches over and musses his hand in cass's hair, ruffling it.] Like I'd trade ya for anyone in the world!
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Aw, yer just saying that 'cause I'm the only fella here. I appreciate it though, mate, I do. You letting me spend time here, and with booze too. You're a real good lad.
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[he pushes cass's head lightly.]
Don't go actin' like I wanted you over as a charitable act.
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[Which is very self-aware of him, but look, he knows what a pain in the ass he is, that doesn't mean he does anything to change that.]
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No. I don't think that poorly of you.
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Suggesting you think poorly of stray cats?
[CHECK MATE!!]
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[he sighs, pulling cass closer to himself and resting his head on the vamp's shoulder.]
Thank fuck I got you to indulge me.