Yeah, well, he wasn't exactly all he cracked up to be neither.
[Half grumbled, but that's water under the bridge or whatever seeing as he and Eccarius have mostly made up. At least Tulip's here now, and while he could just stand her hugging all day, he assumes she'll only last so long, so his grip loosens just enough to gesture to the bed. To sit on. And nothing else.]
[She sits down hard enough to make the bed bounce, sex so far from
her mind it may as well be back home with the Grail too. She wipes her eyes
with the sleeve of her shirt, deciding that was enough emotional crap.
Tulip O'Hare and was enough of a living trash wreck without adding all that
to it.]
[Cass is a whole let less concerned with shoving away his emotions, but he's managing not to be a tearful wreck as he nods along his agreement, dropping down next to her. The tears will probably come sooner or later, they usually do. No shame in that shit.]
Ain't that the truth. So, you went back home? Christ, I'd thought you'd fecked off to do a bank job or some shite.
[You remember, Cass. That one they 'talked' on the network about. She'll just be here, leaning against his shoulder a little. And grabbing the whiskey.]
Kid got me instead, ended up home. White boys in capes are not fucking around.
Yeah, well you died already but that don't mean I want it to keeping happening, Tulip. What if... what if you don't come back next time? 'Least I'm pretty much a guarantee for stickin' around.
[Sort of. At least he can't die, is what he means!]
And the light swords woulda been fine. Already lost a limb or two to them anyways. Just need a bit of tape and some glue, y'know? Whole lot less blood with them too.
[easy to forget, sometimes, that it wasn't just back home Cass had
been having his own troubles. Even when they'd been there together some
part of him had been here.
Getting bits cut off with light swords.]
Think you might be better fit for this place than me, Cass.
I-it was mostly self-inflicted, alright? They're not easy bloody things to wield.
[And of course Cassidy would instantly manage to slice something off when given a deadly object, just like he somehow always manages to get shot when there's a gun in the general vicinity.]
Not like I pissed someone off and got stabbed or whatever the feck you did.
I mean it. This whole hero thing. I'm not made for it...but you maybe could
be. You fuss enough for it.
[She nudges where his skinny butt hits the bed with an elbow as she
says it, trying to lighten up the tone. But it's sincere. Knowing what
happens at home makes a girl think.]
But yer me friend, Tule. This ain't about bein' a grown arse adult making yer own decisions, this is about friends helping friends. Or at least supporting 'em. Or. I dunno, not letting 'em die at the very least.
[He wouldn't even say no to Jesse showing up right now. The she'd have someone to be by her side for all those terrible decisions.]
[A grunt a vague agreement, even if he still feels shit about it all. That's just guilt he'll have to live with, like literally everything else he worries about.
With a sigh he flops backwards, occupying the space beside her as he stares up at the ceiling.]
Yeah, 'spose we'll find out how that goes next time one of us vanishes, eh? Wouldn't mind findin' out. Then again, I'm good staying here for as long as bloody possible. [Because whatever's waiting for him back home is gonna be shiiiiit.]
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[Half grumbled, but that's water under the bridge or whatever seeing as he and Eccarius have mostly made up. At least Tulip's here now, and while he could just stand her hugging all day, he assumes she'll only last so long, so his grip loosens just enough to gesture to the bed. To sit on. And nothing else.]
Men, eh?
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[She sits down hard enough to make the bed bounce, sex so far from her mind it may as well be back home with the Grail too. She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, deciding that was enough emotional crap. Tulip O'Hare and was enough of a living trash wreck without adding all that to it.]
Can't live with 'em.
[End of statement]
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Ain't that the truth. So, you went back home? Christ, I'd thought you'd fecked off to do a bank job or some shite.
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[You remember, Cass. That one they 'talked' on the network about. She'll just be here, leaning against his shoulder a little. And grabbing the whiskey.]
Kid got me instead, ended up home. White boys in capes are not fucking around.
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[Defeated rather than I Told You So, shoulders sloping as he moves to lean against him. God, he is the worst friend.]
I shoulda gone with yeh.
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[And got back up again. That was a chat for the porn bot another day.]
Someone had to go. May as well be me instead of someone it'd keep up at night.
[Cass. You and your softspots for all these people.]
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[Or try and stop her dumb ass from getting involved in the first place.]
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[She gives him a light shove with her shoulder, moving to just collapse back in the bed, feet still planted on the floor.]
But guess it ended.
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[Sort of. At least he can't die, is what he means!]
And the light swords woulda been fine. Already lost a limb or two to them anyways. Just need a bit of tape and some glue, y'know? Whole lot less blood with them too.
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You got hit by them already, huh?
[easy to forget, sometimes, that it wasn't just back home Cass had been having his own troubles. Even when they'd been there together some part of him had been here.
Getting bits cut off with light swords.]
Think you might be better fit for this place than me, Cass.
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[And of course Cassidy would instantly manage to slice something off when given a deadly object, just like he somehow always manages to get shot when there's a gun in the general vicinity.]
Not like I pissed someone off and got stabbed or whatever the feck you did.
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I mean it. This whole hero thing. I'm not made for it...but you maybe could be. You fuss enough for it.
[She nudges where his skinny butt hits the bed with an elbow as she says it, trying to lighten up the tone. But it's sincere. Knowing what happens at home makes a girl think.]
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Ah, I'm no hero, that's for sure. 'Specially not seeing as I let your sorry arse die again.
[The puppy eyes are starting to kick in.]
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How many times I gotta say I can make my own damn choices?
[roughly infinity more, at this rate. And she can only huff at that fact.]
Ya didn't want part of it. I get that.
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[He wouldn't even say no to Jesse showing up right now. The she'd have someone to be by her side for all those terrible decisions.]
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[and life in general. But who's counting]
But it's all done. Here, anyway.
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With a sigh he flops backwards, occupying the space beside her as he stares up at the ceiling.]
Yeah, 'spose we'll find out how that goes next time one of us vanishes, eh? Wouldn't mind findin' out. Then again, I'm good staying here for as long as bloody possible. [Because whatever's waiting for him back home is gonna be shiiiiit.]