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hellofist[Today, Cass is dressed like a normal person. She's sitting in the cafeteria with a mug of tea, perched in a chair with her knees drawn up to her chest and her oversized sweater pulled over them so she's just a blob of blue fabric with arms. Even the hood is up. With her chin on her knees and her eyes on the tea, she speaks to the comm quietly.]
Had all the words. Could make them, if I wanted. Could write. Talked normal. Was normal.
Couldn't see bodies talking. Didn't need. [Her fist comes up to rub at her temple.] Makes headaches, now.
Does that... happen a lot? Was confusing. Was not fun.
Had all the words. Could make them, if I wanted. Could write. Talked normal. Was normal.
Couldn't see bodies talking. Didn't need. [Her fist comes up to rub at her temple.] Makes headaches, now.
Does that... happen a lot? Was confusing. Was not fun.
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[ Spam ] I accept that <3
26/9/12 04:37 (UTC)Sooner would... be good. I'm Cassandra.
[She sticks her hand out, and it is balled up in a fist, but her sweater cover her whole hand. You can work around that right Dean?]
[ Spam ] I guess I should say DDWDW
26/9/12 04:44 (UTC)I'm Dean, and normal is overrated. Anyone explained breaches and shit to you yet?
[ Spam ] Cannot be tamed
26/9/12 04:56 (UTC)Wouldn't think that... if you were weird.
And no. Just know name. New. Bad welcome.
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26/9/12 05:02 (UTC)You don't think I'm weird? That's sweet of you.
Yeah, it's a bit of a shitty thing to run facefirst into. [Dean shrugs, reaching to pick his coffee back up.] But then there's no good way to ease people into it, I don't think. Would you've believed anyone if they tried to tell you that happens sometimes before you went through it?
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26/9/12 05:31 (UTC)And, yes. Can tell if lying. Plus used to weird. Superhero.
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26/9/12 05:51 (UTC)Just most people do, sooner or later. [Absolutely no outward sign of the mild, old twinge of disappointment at this in his expression or voice, but he sips his coffee before continuing.] That's a handy superpower to have. How's that work then?
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26/9/12 06:07 (UTC)[For a minute, she thinks she's lost him. There's that brief moment where he starts to close up and that usually happens before she doesn't get to talk to new people anymore. She's creepy. Even Steph said so.
But he doesn't. She's no stranger to people who don't particularly want to be read, and not all of them just grudgingly accept it. She thinks he must be used to being the weird one, pushed away when you're too much trouble.]
Have to try... really hard. To be weird to me. Not green, not flying. Not even in costume. Just cute boy.
[ Spam ] lawl redundancy department of redundancy ftmfw SORRY
26/9/12 07:09 (UTC)Dean's not creeped out by a girl in an oversized hoodie sweatshirt. And he does look distinctly both pleased and, deep underneath it, faintly embarrassed at the cute boy remark. He covers by grinning brightly at her.]
If those're your standards, we're in the clear. I don't wear costumes, I'm only green after a really bad night, and I can't fly. I do make a habit of being cute, though.
[ Spam ] the best part is I didn't even notice. WOO 3 AM TAGGING
27/9/12 01:10 (UTC)She makes the decision quickly to call him cute often.]
Those make... normal weird people. Know a clown that's. Way worse.
[But wait.]
Why do bad nights... make you green?
[ Spam ] Cass, do not encourage that boy
27/9/12 02:29 (UTC)He raises one eyebrow at mention of the clown, mouth quirking up in amusement even as a familiar, bittersweet kind of sadness rolls through him, unnoticed on a conscious level. Sam hates clowns.
Instead of acknowledging it, he just wrinkles his nose and sips his coffee.]
You don't drink, do you?
[ Spam ] too late? This is what happens when you indulge weirdos Dean get used to it
27/9/12 02:57 (UTC)I drink.
[She taps her cup of tea with her fingernail, making the sound ring out in the relative quiet.]
Tea. Water. Everyone drinks. Would die, if didn't.
[Oops, she missed that point.]
[ Spam ] fine but I can't be held responsible for what happens to his ego
27/9/12 03:56 (UTC)The smirk is genuine, though.]
Not that kinda drink. It's a joke about what happens when you drink too much alcohol - no one really turns green, but you kinda feel like it when you're worshiping at the porcelain throne.
[Okay, he is not going to talk about vomiting anymore with the new cute chick.] What gives you headaches, sweetheart?
[ Spam ] can it actually GET bigger?
27/9/12 04:46 (UTC)Oh. Never had... those drinks. Only eighteen. I- ... Porcelain throne?
[And then he calls her sweetheart and she blushes.]
Ah- Here, I see bodies talk. Read them. The body language. There, it was gone. Could talk normal, didn't need reading.
Now it's... all ripped out, put back in. Hurts.
[ Spam ] ...it's Dean.
27/9/12 05:25 (UTC)He's about to make some kind of comment about being eighteen never stopping any eighteen-year-old he's ever known from drinking if they want to, but then his eyebrows pull together vaguely and his smile slips some. He knows, of course, about the fallout from breaches, he's been through a couple himself; he's still weeding out his own memories of the same thing she's talking about. Doesn't mean he has to like it just because he accepts it by now.]
You taken something? Eaten, all that? [He'll deal with the rest of that in a moment once his protective urges are satisfied.]
[ Spam ] ngl I was expecting a that's what she said there
27/9/12 05:43 (UTC)At the mention of food, she sighs. She should have been hungry, she almost always is, but lately? Not so much. She taps her tea again.]
Tea. Didn't take anything.
[She doesn't feel pain often. When she does, she tends to just let it stay, to remind herself to be careful. Right now, the only lesson it's teaching her is that breaches suck and talking like a normal person is more trouble than it's worth.]
[ Spam ] "it's Dean" is the cheap way of saying "that's what she said"
27/9/12 05:50 (UTC)That's no good - you like pancakes? [These three things are Dean's answers to about 98% of ailments: take something, eat something, sleep it off. He's already pushing to stand, leaving his coffee mug there because he's coming back.]
[ Spam ] and thus, that's what Dean said became a thing
27/9/12 18:25 (UTC)Yes. Like all food. Pancakes... extra good. You get some too. Eat together.
[She's kind of a pig, Dean. Prepare yourself.]
[ Spam ] ohlawd
27/9/12 21:52 (UTC)Thattagirl. I'll be right back.
[He's not, particularly, prepared. The two plates he brings back says as much, putting the four-stack down in front of Cass and keeping the eight for himself. He also grabbed some syrup.]
Hope you're not one of those fruity chicks - all they had was syrup. Let's see if this puts a dent in that headache, huh?
[ Spam ] you are welcome
28/9/12 00:57 (UTC)... And then it's a small plate of pancakes. And Dean is talking about fruit.]
Fruit on... pancakes? Why? [She looks genuinely disgusted by that idea.] Pancakes for syrup. Not fruit.
[That said, Cass cuts at her pancakes with her fork and stuffs a large portion into her mouth. What are table manners?]
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28/9/12 03:02 (UTC)Thank god, someone else with some sense. Gilding the lily and all that shit. [He's distracted for a moment by cutting his own pancakes and shoveling the too-big bite in before looking over and...
She's doing the same damn thing. He almost chokes, because apparently it's hard to laugh, grin, and chew at the same time.]
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29/9/12 21:59 (UTC)Gilding lily?
[No one's ever told her it's actually better to eat slowly, chew your food, don't eat like it's the last meal you'll ever get. Now, with syrup on her chin, she takes a swig of her tea and swallows, then just dives right back in. Turns out, she was much more hungry than she thought she was.
In no time, her plate is empty and Cass is craning her neck to look back towards where the food comes from, wondering how many trays of pancakes she can carry without dropping them.]
[ Spam ] I cannot believe I dropped this /o\ although I will wrap it up soon, this is important
20/10/12 02:21 (UTC)Yeah, it means doing something that doesn't need to be done because it's already perfect. Adding something that doesn't need added.
[He's waving his fork around while he's talking, and then trying this eating thing again; yeah, the person to tell her to eat slowly? Is not going to be Dean Winchester.
And then she beats him done and she's looking for more, and he thinks he might be a little bit in love.]
More?
[ Spam ] it's okay don't worry <3
20/10/12 05:38 (UTC)[She guesses that makes sense. Lilies are pretty okay, for flowers.
And then she sees him looking at her with love because of eating and she grins widely.]
Yes. Many plates. Never enough pancakes.
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20/10/12 06:13 (UTC)Alright - I'll run and grab s'more, maybe some orange juice or somethin', and when I come back I'll walk you through breaches. Sound like a plan?
[He's already standing up again.]
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21/10/12 20:18 (UTC)Will help. Can carry more, that way.
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