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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[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.]