[ Ew. Not manual labor.. But, she guesses, not as ew because it's Cassian. Just a mild pain because that's the reason why he can't pick her up, a pipe. IDLY< Lotte wonders if it was him or his roommate that caused it (probably that other guy, Cassian isn't dirty). ]
Theeeeen.. I'll see you in an hour?
[ She suggests, tone lilting light and edging on casual at the end. But she is very much serious about this. She has to know if he got her things. She has to see how cute his place might look, now. ]
[ Amos isn't that dirty either for what it's worth. Their apartment on the other hand was a fixer upper. Things creaked, some things leaked or in this case clogged. But they'd both put some elbow grease into cleaning and it was arguably far less dusty and grimy than it had been when they'd fist gotten the keys to the place.
All of which to say: Lottie will be horrified at how un-cute this place still looks after only several weeks. ]
[ She absolutely will be horrified. But the only thing that's horrifying her now is the fact she has to get dressed. ]
Cool! See you soon.
[ Still, she smiles into the phone by the time she hangs up, puts her phone face down on the nightstand to run to her closet. The only way for her to tell the passage of time is staring down at the monstrous pile of clothes overtaking her bed. What kind of outfit would he like? A dress? Something like a co-ord? What Lottie does he want her to be? And when she blinks at the scrappy top she holds up, she thinks: Why does she care so much??
In the end, she's parking in front of his place with a pair of sneakers and jeans on, barely on time. The crop top is her marriage of looking cute and nonchalant, like she cares just enough to wear pants, but not enough to wear heels.
She takes a moment mid-reverse (she's over the lines) to text him— ]
[ Cassian hangs up, returning to his work nonethewiser of the chaos that is about to ensue.
And while Lottie takes the time to change, he is preoccupied with the pipes. Luckily the hour is a productive one with him unclogging the sink and putting everything back together in record time. That does mean however that that lives him little time to shower.
His phone chimes with Lottie's text and he looks down, prompting him to think that maybe he should change lest he hear complaints about it. ]
Door is unlocked Apartment XXX
[ By the time Lottie makes it up the stairs into their apartment, Cassian emerges from his bedroom just tugging his shirt on the rest of the way. ]
[ Unlocked? Wow, risky. She leaves him on read, choosing to walk up towards his front door instead. It takes her a moment of reading numbers, figuring directions, but by the time she gets to opening the doorknob and entering he's— ]
Uhhh.. Yeah!! Pretty small complex.
[ Lottie tries very hard to remember the real reason why she's here, because it definitely isn't being nosy at how his new place looks. Then— Candygrams. Right!! She has no time to be distracted by the sliver of stomach she saw when he slid that shirt down, or the fact he made sure to dress proper for her (any bickering on her end is promptly shoved aside, pleased at the change in outfit).
She finds the nearest table to put her lanyard on, the clink of metal on wood loud as she eyes just about everything. Mostly, surfaces where trinkets or snacks could go on... ]
It's pretty big in here.. Almost like my old place.
[ Risky, yes, but he's gotten to know the neighbours in the complex and on the floor and has already made headway in forging some bonds with how handy he is. And besides with how quickly she made it upstairs means that the door wouldn't be unlocked for long.
Seemingly unaware of the effect the sliver of skin she'd seen has on her he nods to her in greeting. ]
In LA?
[ He makes his way behind her, locking the door behind her.
As she looks around she'll notice that it's relatively sparse perhaps because the two men that live here are minimalist to a fault. ]
[ She glances to the walls, like he might've (for some reason) put her sweet trinket up. It's barren, much like the rest of the living area, only the bare minimum furniture present. Lottie doesn't assume it's because he and him roommate are minimalists — no, she thinks it's because deep down they're boys.
(The first priority being fixing the pipes and not painting the walls? Crazy!! She could never relate..) ]
What's on the list? You said pipes, right??
[ Kitchen pipes, maybe? Cassian could be the type to like his sweets cold... ]
[ Honestly it sounds like something that he would expect from someone who's a model. The differences between the lives they led on their own respective planets is once again made obvious to him overlapping in his mind's eyes about how she would have probably fit right into the glittering upper levels of the city far away from its Underworld.
If he were home in his own galaxy, he probably wouldn't be anywhere near Courscant unless it was absolutely necessary. But regardless of wherever he might have taken up residence, the result would probably have been mostly the same. A clean, somewhat minimalist place where he was ready to run at a moment's notice.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't not leave a bit of a mess. Mail - and Candygrams - probably would have been left on the kitchen counter or the coffee table they'd picked off the side of the road in front of the small little TV. But all that sits on the latter is his blaster. Strange. ]
Pipes, tiles in the bathroom, paint. [ He motions above as the light flickers. ] Wiring for the lights. Why? [ The corner of his mouth quirks. ] Want to help?
[ A clean, minimalist space— too clean, she comes to realize as she's eyeing up his home. Save for that blaster of his.. Strange. Also, weird, Cassian having his weapon out in the open like that? All.. Foreboding and tacky? She stares, thinks of things long past and flames when he starts moving. Naturally, she follows with her eyes, almost starts with her body once he mentions lights (maybe she wants to flick the switch, herself?). But she ceremoniously stops when his lips quirk up.
Ughhhhh. Boys!! ]
You wish.
[ Can't a girl with no interest in home renovations ask her friend about all the things he's doing to this place with no ulterior motive (when she has one)?! ]
[ He shrugs casually at the retort as if to say, she's probably right. ]
Just checking. You're asking a lot of questions.
[ Lottie, he's spent too much time with you to know that she wouldn't be asking these questions for no reason at all. But because he's spent so much time with her, it's easier to sometimes leave them unanswered and let them run their natural course.
Now that he's fully dressed he wanders back over to the somewhat tided up kitchen. ]
[ Oh— fuck. Should she ask less? Wait, no. Think quieter. She laughs, the same practiced one she gives when she's unsure how to navigate a situation other than to look pretty and not say too much. Because if she explained why she was asking so much it'd be embarrassing, and cringe. ]
Sureee.. You have any water?
[ She follows after him, leans over a few inches away from the blaster. Her eyes dart down to stare at the gritty details of it, semi-curious, semi-finding a reason to not look Cassian in his eyes because he knows her. He can tell her tells. ]
[ Their time together has meant that he's learned to understand the types of laughs she has. The one where she hasn't found something funny in the least but feels like she has to put on pretenses. The laugh when she thought something was genuinely funny. The laugh where she doesn't quite know how else to react but needs something to fill the space - which is exactly the one that she gives him.
It makes him think that something else is going on. Something that ties back to the whole reason that she had called him in the first place. ]
Good thing you waited til after I fixed the pipes then.
[ The filled water glass is handed over to her and in turn he leans back against the counter to regard her, arms folded across his chest. There's a pause before he nods towards the blaster that she's not so subtly looking at. ]
It changed after I drove through a diffusion zone.
[ He wouldn't be wrong. Lottie has come here with an agenda, even if it's a poorly planned out one. And it certainly wasn't to test out the integrity of his newly fixed pipes, which— aren't all too bad, actually. Tastes just like water, tastes just fine and not like there's any metal or plastics or bad things. It almost goes down the wrong pipe when he starts speaking, even.
Is she that obvious? God, she really needs to work on her subtly...
(Eventually she'll learn it's an absolute combination of her inability to be subtle, and the fact Cassian just knows her so well. Really, she'd be tickled if she ever clued into that, happy he's even paid that much attention to remember things about her.) ]
It?
[ She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, ignores the trickle of water that falls off her chin and onto her shirt as she takes a step closer towards Cassian (she's curious, but it's still a gun — his gun, she's not going to wander close to a weapon). ]
[ Being as perceptive is both a blessing and a curse, Cassian has determined. It's useful when it's necessary, and then a bit a of a pain when he's really trying to go about his business as he normally would. In this case, it's useful. Not that he needed to see her to know that something was up. He'd known since she'd called.
Even with their connection however, what she wants still remains a bit of a mystery. He can be pretty certain it has nothing to do with his blaster though.
So instead of answering, he'll show her. He reaches around her, flipping the blaster onto its other side. While the other side had looked normal enough, this side very clearly has some sort of design on it that it hadn't before. Something that could very well look like a mouth if it split open into a wide, toothy grin. ]
[ Ew... It's kinda giving wannabe Joker. Lottie doesn't hide the frown at the design when she sees it, instead crossing her own arms in mild appraisal (she's seen enough — she's just being needlessly polite when she doesn't have to be). ]
That, I know. [ She walks a few steps towards him, eyes squinting. ] How long has it been like this??
[ Maybe they can fix it? But before she can even suggest it, let alone float the thought, there's a knock knock at his door. Then a ding dong, the tell tale sign of his doorbell, that prompts Lottie to look away from his blaster and towards the door. Did he double book!? Uh.. What the hell, rude? She doesn't say anything, just furrows her brows and looks back towards him — completely expectant on him to explain. ]
[ Why does she think he kept the blaster mouth-side down? It's creepy even by his standards which are quite high after everything he's been through here. Which is to say if Lottie hadn't thought it was weird that's when he'd be worried. ]
A couple of weeks.
[ Not very long. And aside from that he really doesn't have an answer for her. Thankfully before she can ask anything further the knock at the door surprises them both. He can feel the furrow of her brow without even looking at her which is mostly why he doesn't as he goes to the door and finds - a stranger. Dressed all in pink with silly little cherub-style wings to boot. ]
Yes?
[ Mister Cassian? Candygram for you - ]
A candygram?
[ Yes, sir. A box of candy and a note are passed into his hands along with a flourish of confetti to boot. Before Cassian can say anything else the courier scurries away leaving him a little befuddled and with confetti in his hair. After a moment he shuts it turning back towards Lottie. ]
She totally forgot about that. What did they say? If a customer isn't satisfied, a double delivery is a double guarantee! Fuck!! Well, at least now she knows he's getting them (and she probably had little reason to be mad at the couriers.. Oops!). For once, she doesn't look too suspicious, the surprise of her candygram actually being in his hands taking over.
The note reads as follows:
"𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉!
𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀, '𝒸𝓊𝓏 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊?"
It's hilariously simple compared to the initial candygram she agonized over for hours. Like someone still wanting to try but being too burnt out on prose to do more than edit a pre-set poem. Lottie, herself, can barely remember what she put because of it— only hopes it isn't too cringe inducing as she walks closer. ]
Oohhhh.. Popular, huh?
[ What the hell does she even mean by this. Who else would send him a candygram other than her?
[ His eyes scan the note as he makes his way back over to her, still completely oblivious to the fact that she might be the mysterious sender. ]
'Cuz better for you?'
[ His mouth twists a little as he tries to make sense of the message. Was the intent to have it rhyme? ]
I don't know about popular.
[ Admittedly he had wondered where the others had gone. Even the slips of paper with the messages on them had mysteriously disappeared too. But he had a good enough memory to know that the handwriting was the same. Unbeknownst to him, each other candygrams had been written by the people preparing them - otherwise he probably would have recognized her handwriting.
He offers the note and the candy to her, all while completely unaware that the blaster laying between them had begun to shift. ]
[ You know what. Being a good writer late at night is hard Cassian! And also, being cursed with sloppy handwriting to transcribe isn't easy, either!! She hides the embarrassment through a hand to her face, promptly ignoring the way her cheeks color gentle in the seconds following (any other day it'd be weird, but nice, to have him read her work— now it's just torture) . ]
Well..
[ She takes it, glances down at it and him. Is this him saying he hands her goodies to anyone nearby? That he doesn't care? Cassian.. You're so hard to read. She adjusts her hold on them, finally eyes the note and cringes in real time.
Not her best. ]
Only popular people get free stuff. I should know— that's how a lot of my sponsorships went.
[ Except they're usually accompanied by a far more well written post.. She turns towards the door, specifically eyeing the floor. Equally oblivious to the transformation happening beside them— ]
Anyway, should we clean the confetti? I can't believe they just do that and don't even clean.. Rude.
[ On any other day he would take being hard to read as a compliment. He is, after all in the business of being difficult to read and in some cases, unremarkable and forgettable. The former isn't his intention and the latter, well, there's no use for it here.
He's really just trying to offer her the candy because he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth himself and honestly, she's his guest. Isn't offering guests something to eat what a good host does? If her cringe is anything to go off of, maybe it isn't. The man can't win. ]
Except someone paid to send this to me.
[ There's a clear distinction that he's trying to make. Mostly because he doesn't want to be popular. Ever.
Lottie calling attention to the confetti however is actually a good point. His gaze turns and he goes to fetch the broom and dust pan, under no illusion that when she says "we", she means "him". ]
I doubt that's in their job description.
[ Meanwhile with their backs turned, the seam of the blaster's mouth begins to unfurl, teeth becoming more pronounced, tongue lolling out as its left with the candygram Lottie had turned down. ]
[ On any other day, he should. It's something Lottie, herself, wishes she could master (being aloof on the internet? More profitable than you think!!). But when she's being handed her own order? It manages to only confuse her.
Still, it is what a good host does, but being a good host in this scenario unfortunately does not include re-gifting a candy she bought for him — which, still free! She pointedly emphasizes this with a raise of her brow as he grabs the broom, happy he understood the underlying meaning of "we". Now, that is a good host.
She watches him, content from the side of the countertop. ]
It should be. This stuff is everywhere!
[ If she knew they were doing that every time she would've made a point to opt out of it. That's probably why it's so expensive to begin with... ]
Frankly irresponsi— ... Oh?? Eugghh.
[ In the seconds she's made herself comfy on the smooth tile of the countertop, her elbow angled itself right juuust enough to land in the growing puddle of drool dripping out of the blaster's mouth. It comically smacks its lips (?) in anticipation of its new treat, edging forward towards the candygram with teeth gleaning and sharp. Lottie turns just in time to barely pull her elbow back, too transfixed at what the hell she's looking at to jump away, even as her heart stills. ]
[ Quietly, he agrees. But somehow, in this instance, it feels better to try and defend the hapless gig worker than grumble about the lack of clean up after they had so rudely scattered confetti in what had been a confetti-less apartment moments before. If they came back again however with confetti they might find him in a less forgiving mood. ]
What?
[ And then he turns and sees the answer to his question.
His blaster. Somehow crawling its way towards the candygram that he'd left on the table drooling as it does. It seems he's just as shocked into stillness as his mind tries to comprehend what his blaster is doing moving let alone suddenly sprouting a mouth. ]
[ Stop standing there all dumbfounded and— god, she has no idea what she wants here. The scrapping mouth across the counter sounds to stop? The drool on her elbow to not feel so icky? Some guidance on whether this is dinosaur rules with his blaster and she can stay still or move? Cassian!! ]
This is your house!!
[ Said in a hush, like any louder might upset the creature between them. ]
His words are equally hushed but no less indignant as he watches with a mixture of fascinated bewilderment and horror. And it's due to that curiosity that he allows this to go on. To watch as the mimic-blaster reaches the candygram, stretches its maw wide before devouring the letter and the candy in one fell swoop.
It would be impressive were it not for the fact that his blaster shouldn't be able to do that.
That's when he snaps his attention back to her, motioning for her to step back and out of the way before he slowly begins to approach it. How does someone subdue a blaster with a mouth on it? Apparently he's about to try and figure that one out. ]
[ Lottie watches in horror as she stumbles back, almost tripping over herself in the process of rushing behind him. It's — it's eating them.. Her hand shakes, bewildered. That's whats been happening?? In a daze, she grabs the discarded broom behind them. Wields it in front of her like she may do something stupid with it. ]
Cassian— [ Then, louder— ] Cassian, get it back!
[ Spray chemicals on it or.. Something!! Anything! That was twenty five dollars!!
(His gun has been eating her shit this whole time?? A guns been effectively blocking their reunion?? Why! Does it hate her? Was it because of the kiss?? How has he not noticed!!) ]
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Theeeeen.. I'll see you in an hour?
[ She suggests, tone lilting light and edging on casual at the end. But she is very much serious about this. She has to know if he got her things. She has to see how cute his place might look, now. ]
If that's cool?
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All of which to say: Lottie will be horrified at how un-cute this place still looks after only several weeks. ]
Yeah. Let me know when you're on your way.
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Cool! See you soon.
[ Still, she smiles into the phone by the time she hangs up, puts her phone face down on the nightstand to run to her closet. The only way for her to tell the passage of time is staring down at the monstrous pile of clothes overtaking her bed. What kind of outfit would he like? A dress? Something like a co-ord? What Lottie does he want her to be? And when she blinks at the scrappy top she holds up, she thinks: Why does she care so much??
In the end, she's parking in front of his place with a pair of sneakers and jeans on, barely on time. The crop top is her marriage of looking cute and nonchalant, like she cares just enough to wear pants, but not enough to wear heels.
She takes a moment mid-reverse (she's over the lines) to text him— ]
parking! Lol
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[ Cassian hangs up, returning to his work nonethewiser of the chaos that is about to ensue.
And while Lottie takes the time to change, he is preoccupied with the pipes. Luckily the hour is a productive one with him unclogging the sink and putting everything back together in record time. That does mean however that that lives him little time to shower.
His phone chimes with Lottie's text and he looks down, prompting him to think that maybe he should change lest he hear complaints about it. ]
Door is unlocked
Apartment XXX
[ By the time Lottie makes it up the stairs into their apartment, Cassian emerges from his bedroom just tugging his shirt on the rest of the way. ]
You found it okay?
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Uhhh.. Yeah!! Pretty small complex.
[ Lottie tries very hard to remember the real reason why she's here, because it definitely isn't being nosy at how his new place looks. Then— Candygrams. Right!! She has no time to be distracted by the sliver of stomach she saw when he slid that shirt down, or the fact he made sure to dress proper for her (any bickering on her end is promptly shoved aside, pleased at the change in outfit).
She finds the nearest table to put her lanyard on, the clink of metal on wood loud as she eyes just about everything. Mostly, surfaces where trinkets or snacks could go on... ]
It's pretty big in here.. Almost like my old place.
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Seemingly unaware of the effect the sliver of skin she'd seen has on her he nods to her in greeting. ]
In LA?
[ He makes his way behind her, locking the door behind her.
As she looks around she'll notice that it's relatively sparse perhaps because the two men that live here are minimalist to a fault. ]
We're happy with it. It's a project.
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[ She glances to the walls, like he might've (for some reason) put her sweet trinket up. It's barren, much like the rest of the living area, only the bare minimum furniture present. Lottie doesn't assume it's because he and him roommate are minimalists — no, she thinks it's because deep down they're boys.
(The first priority being fixing the pipes and not painting the walls? Crazy!! She could never relate..) ]
What's on the list? You said pipes, right??
[ Kitchen pipes, maybe? Cassian could be the type to like his sweets cold... ]
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If he were home in his own galaxy, he probably wouldn't be anywhere near Courscant unless it was absolutely necessary. But regardless of wherever he might have taken up residence, the result would probably have been mostly the same. A clean, somewhat minimalist place where he was ready to run at a moment's notice.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't not leave a bit of a mess. Mail - and Candygrams - probably would have been left on the kitchen counter or the coffee table they'd picked off the side of the road in front of the small little TV. But all that sits on the latter is his blaster. Strange. ]
Pipes, tiles in the bathroom, paint. [ He motions above as the light flickers. ] Wiring for the lights. Why? [ The corner of his mouth quirks. ] Want to help?
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Ughhhhh. Boys!! ]
You wish.
[ Can't a girl with no interest in home renovations ask her friend about all the things he's doing to this place with no ulterior motive (when she has one)?! ]
I'm too pricey for you to book!
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Just checking. You're asking a lot of questions.
[ Lottie, he's spent too much time with you to know that she wouldn't be asking these questions for no reason at all. But because he's spent so much time with her, it's easier to sometimes leave them unanswered and let them run their natural course.
Now that he's fully dressed he wanders back over to the somewhat tided up kitchen. ]
Want something to drink?
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Sureee.. You have any water?
[ She follows after him, leans over a few inches away from the blaster. Her eyes dart down to stare at the gritty details of it, semi-curious, semi-finding a reason to not look Cassian in his eyes because he knows her. He can tell her tells. ]
I'm like, so parched.
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It makes him think that something else is going on. Something that ties back to the whole reason that she had called him in the first place. ]
Good thing you waited til after I fixed the pipes then.
[ The filled water glass is handed over to her and in turn he leans back against the counter to regard her, arms folded across his chest. There's a pause before he nods towards the blaster that she's not so subtly looking at. ]
It changed after I drove through a diffusion zone.
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Is she that obvious? God, she really needs to work on her subtly...
(Eventually she'll learn it's an absolute combination of her inability to be subtle, and the fact Cassian just knows her so well. Really, she'd be tickled if she ever clued into that, happy he's even paid that much attention to remember things about her.) ]
It?
[ She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, ignores the trickle of water that falls off her chin and onto her shirt as she takes a step closer towards Cassian (she's curious, but it's still a gun — his gun, she's not going to wander close to a weapon). ]
How?? I mean, no offense, it looks the same..
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Even with their connection however, what she wants still remains a bit of a mystery. He can be pretty certain it has nothing to do with his blaster though.
So instead of answering, he'll show her. He reaches around her, flipping the blaster onto its other side. While the other side had looked normal enough, this side very clearly has some sort of design on it that it hadn't before. Something that could very well look like a mouth if it split open into a wide, toothy grin. ]
It didn't look like that before.
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That, I know. [ She walks a few steps towards him, eyes squinting. ] How long has it been like this??
[ Maybe they can fix it? But before she can even suggest it, let alone float the thought, there's a knock knock at his door. Then a ding dong, the tell tale sign of his doorbell, that prompts Lottie to look away from his blaster and towards the door. Did he double book!? Uh.. What the hell, rude? She doesn't say anything, just furrows her brows and looks back towards him — completely expectant on him to explain. ]
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A couple of weeks.
[ Not very long. And aside from that he really doesn't have an answer for her. Thankfully before she can ask anything further the knock at the door surprises them both. He can feel the furrow of her brow without even looking at her which is mostly why he doesn't as he goes to the door and finds - a stranger. Dressed all in pink with silly little cherub-style wings to boot. ]
Yes?
[ Mister Cassian? Candygram for you - ]
A candygram?
[ Yes, sir. A box of candy and a note are passed into his hands along with a flourish of confetti to boot. Before Cassian can say anything else the courier scurries away leaving him a little befuddled and with confetti in his hair. After a moment he shuts it turning back towards Lottie. ]
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She totally forgot about that. What did they say? If a customer isn't satisfied, a double delivery is a double guarantee! Fuck!! Well, at least now she knows he's getting them (and she probably had little reason to be mad at the couriers.. Oops!). For once, she doesn't look too suspicious, the surprise of her candygram actually being in his hands taking over.
The note reads as follows:
It's hilariously simple compared to the initial candygram she agonized over for hours. Like someone still wanting to try but being too burnt out on prose to do more than edit a pre-set poem. Lottie, herself, can barely remember what she put because of it— only hopes it isn't too cringe inducing as she walks closer. ]
Oohhhh.. Popular, huh?
[ What the hell does she even mean by this. Who else would send him a candygram other than her?
(His roommate? ... "Roommate"? No— Lottie, stop!!) ]
Even I haven't got one of these.. Whose it from?
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'Cuz better for you?'
[ His mouth twists a little as he tries to make sense of the message. Was the intent to have it rhyme? ]
I don't know about popular.
[ Admittedly he had wondered where the others had gone. Even the slips of paper with the messages on them had mysteriously disappeared too. But he had a good enough memory to know that the handwriting was the same. Unbeknownst to him, each other candygrams had been written by the people preparing them - otherwise he probably would have recognized her handwriting.
He offers the note and the candy to her, all while completely unaware that the blaster laying between them had begun to shift. ]
They didn't sign it.
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Well..
[ She takes it, glances down at it and him. Is this him saying he hands her goodies to anyone nearby? That he doesn't care? Cassian.. You're so hard to read. She adjusts her hold on them, finally eyes the note and cringes in real time.
Not her best. ]
Only popular people get free stuff. I should know— that's how a lot of my sponsorships went.
[ Except they're usually accompanied by a far more well written post.. She turns towards the door, specifically eyeing the floor. Equally oblivious to the transformation happening beside them— ]
Anyway, should we clean the confetti? I can't believe they just do that and don't even clean.. Rude.
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He's really just trying to offer her the candy because he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth himself and honestly, she's his guest. Isn't offering guests something to eat what a good host does? If her cringe is anything to go off of, maybe it isn't. The man can't win. ]
Except someone paid to send this to me.
[ There's a clear distinction that he's trying to make. Mostly because he doesn't want to be popular. Ever.
Lottie calling attention to the confetti however is actually a good point. His gaze turns and he goes to fetch the broom and dust pan, under no illusion that when she says "we", she means "him". ]
I doubt that's in their job description.
[ Meanwhile with their backs turned, the seam of the blaster's mouth begins to unfurl, teeth becoming more pronounced, tongue lolling out as its left with the candygram Lottie had turned down. ]
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Still, it is what a good host does, but being a good host in this scenario unfortunately does not include re-gifting a candy she bought for him — which, still free! She pointedly emphasizes this with a raise of her brow as he grabs the broom, happy he understood the underlying meaning of "we". Now, that is a good host.
She watches him, content from the side of the countertop. ]
It should be. This stuff is everywhere!
[ If she knew they were doing that every time she would've made a point to opt out of it. That's probably why it's so expensive to begin with... ]
Frankly irresponsi— ... Oh?? Eugghh.
[ In the seconds she's made herself comfy on the smooth tile of the countertop, her elbow angled itself right juuust enough to land in the growing puddle of drool dripping out of the blaster's mouth. It comically smacks its lips (?) in anticipation of its new treat, edging forward towards the candygram with teeth gleaning and sharp. Lottie turns just in time to barely pull her elbow back, too transfixed at what the hell she's looking at to jump away, even as her heart stills. ]
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What?
[ And then he turns and sees the answer to his question.
His blaster. Somehow crawling its way towards the candygram that he'd left on the table drooling as it does. It seems he's just as shocked into stillness as his mind tries to comprehend what his blaster is doing moving let alone suddenly sprouting a mouth. ]
What the fuck?
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[ Stop standing there all dumbfounded and— god, she has no idea what she wants here. The scrapping mouth across the counter sounds to stop? The drool on her elbow to not feel so icky? Some guidance on whether this is dinosaur rules with his blaster and she can stay still or move? Cassian!! ]
This is your house!!
[ Said in a hush, like any louder might upset the creature between them. ]
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[ That much is very obvious though.
His words are equally hushed but no less indignant as he watches with a mixture of fascinated bewilderment and horror. And it's due to that curiosity that he allows this to go on. To watch as the mimic-blaster reaches the candygram, stretches its maw wide before devouring the letter and the candy in one fell swoop.
It would be impressive were it not for the fact that his blaster shouldn't be able to do that.
That's when he snaps his attention back to her, motioning for her to step back and out of the way before he slowly begins to approach it. How does someone subdue a blaster with a mouth on it? Apparently he's about to try and figure that one out. ]
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Cassian— [ Then, louder— ] Cassian, get it back!
[ Spray chemicals on it or.. Something!! Anything! That was twenty five dollars!!
(His gun has been eating her shit this whole time?? A guns been effectively blocking their reunion?? Why! Does it hate her? Was it because of the kiss?? How has he not noticed!!) ]
Make it throw up!!
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