[ 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!!) ]
[ Cassian reaches the same conclusion that Lottie does: this is where all of his candygrams had been going. Objectively this will be very funny later when he recounts this to Amos. But that "later" will be much later because right now he has to figure out what to do with a semi-sentient blaster and what the hell he's going to do with it after this. ]
I'm not going to make it throw up!
[ Mostly because that's a lot of slobber and he has a feeling that the candy (and the message) are already being dissolved in whatever digestive system it has sprouted.
But he does grab a hold of it by the handle. Which it doesn't seem to like very much. The barrel of the blaster attempts to bend angrily as if reaching back to snap at him but thankfully the confines of the structure prevent it from doing so. ]
[ Jesus. Christ. He's going to get killed and it's all her fault!! Lottie watches in abject horror and pure fascination as his gun tries to eat him (wow, metaphor much?). Her grip on the broom slacks in her stupor, staying silent as it snaps its teeth at Cassian almost personally. ]
Uh—
[ She jumps in place, almost as if she thinks his idea is stupid and maybe clobbering the gun would be a better idea. But his hand is in the way so she simply goes, ] Fuck, [ and promptly drops the broom. Lets it clatter to the ground loudly as she rushes to the cabinet beneath the sink. ]
Which one??
[ There's one in each hand — it seems like she's grabbed the only two spray bottles she could find and is woefully unsure of which he wants. She stumbles closer regardless, enough to feel safe but also spray at a good distance. ]
[ Between the two she's picked, one is going to be more irritating to the eyes if she happens to catch him in the crossfire. ]
Any of them!
[ This time his voice pitches as the gun stretches in an almost comical way towards him. The blaster's tongue drags against the skin of his hand and he almost shudders involuntarily in disgust. Somehow the blaster seems to take Great Offence to this and almost seems to double down.
It gnashes its teeth, one of them scraping the back of his knuckle as it snarls like some outraged dog. As much as he'd like to think that Lottie has chosen one and not given into indecision he can't tell because he's a little preoccupied at the moment. ]
[ Lottie screams. Because Cassian is going to die and it's all her fault, all because she can't be normal and send a text, let alone make a life changing decision like which spray she'll use to put his blaster down. It's when those canines scrape his knuckles does she finally act, brain going blissfully quiet even as her poor heart spikes loud and fast. Trembling inside her chest as she just— fires both at him.
At— at the gun.
Maybe, some of the spray hits him as collateral because she stops looking halfway out of pure fear of seeing something terrible happen to someone she actually likes. ]
[ Fortunately he isn't going to die. Not today, not here in his new(ish) apartment, and not at the hands of his own blaster. The mimic's fangs thankfully don't find much purchase, but they do scrape the skin, black blood beginning to stream slowly from the cut. It's superficial enough that Cassian doesn't feel it as he continues to wrestle the damn thing.
At least until Lottie sprays what is a foaming cleaning solution at them.
The mimic snarls almost like a cat and Cassian lets out his own grunt at being sprayed even if he knows it's a minor inconvenience given the situation they're in. Thankfully that seems to be enough to startle the blaster and Cassian has enough sense in him to try and stuff it back into its holster.
Trapped in the leather casing, it has a much harder time gnawing or gnashing - though Cassian has a sneaking suspicion that it's likely to find its way out of there sooner rather than later. His chest heaves as he holds it down on the kitchen counter, covered slightly in cleaning solution. ]
[ She recoils almost instantly at the sound, goosebumps raising at her skin. What the hell, this is so weird. Just as weird as the mannequins, vaguely less menacing, except— it can eat. It tried to eat Cassian, his black blood trickling down his skin. He could get an infection. Her eyes follow his hand, tracks the distant smear of blood on him and watches how he struggles to hold the blaster in its holster.
Her own distantly shake from the adrenaline as she just, drops the sprays. Lets them fall to the floor because she simply forgets there's a counter right beside her in her stupor. Forcing all her concentration on what he's saying to her despite the ever manic jostle of the gun in his hold— ]
Uh huh. Yes. Yes!!
[ Lottie rushes off in the direction of the only hallway in his new(ish) apartment and lucks out with the only unlocked door (his) as her first try. Cassian's room is— well, she didn't ever think she'd see his room, so conceptualizing it in her mind has been far from her to-do list. It's very boy. If she ignores the pump of blood rushing to her ears she'd realize it kinda smells like him.
(Oh, fuck. That's kinda weird. She needs to forget she ever thought that, fuck!)
It's a minute she's gone and a few seconds after she returns, emerging with a tastefully practical brown belt in her hands. She hands it over, ]
Does this work? I—I just kinda picked the thickest one with the most holes??
[ What she would have run into is undeniably a man's bedroom. Or rather a man who doesn't do much in there aside from sleep. Even with the lack of stuff, it's clean and yes, does smell like him. But whether or not she notices it there's also a corner of the room that has a shelf filled with grow lights and plants. Plants that look incredibly well cared for.
Not that he's thinking about her being in his room or what she might think of seeing his room and the lack of personal effects in there. He's a little preoccupied at the moment. ]
Yes, yes - here!
[ And he's quick to grab it from her, working quickly to wrap it once, twice, three times around the holstered mimic. He ties it off as best as he can and waits - because what else is there to do but wait and see if that's enough?
When several tense moment pass without the holster shaking or snarling he finally lets go and lets out a ragged sigh. ]
...That explains where all the other candygrams went.
[ But not who it was from. Though, now that most of the panic is over, it is a little strange that Lottie reacted the way she did to the candygram, isn't it?
[ Unfortunately, she missed it. If there's another mysterious sentient blaster that needs strapping down she absolutely would, would feel in awe and also find him: adorably layered (much like the belt looped around the holster, the mimic settling down in the dark).
And it's like a breath of fresh air when it's completely silent, all that tension and panic simply stopping just as the mimic does. But Cassian's sigh breaks the careful, almost hopeful, bubble Lottie's built around them, her lips pressing together as she suppresses a weird little laugh. Not because all her money being ate by his stupid gun is funny, because it isn't, at all, it's just— ]
Seriously?
[ That explains where all the other candygrams went? He didn't bother like, searching or calling the company? Lottie sent at least 5, not including the complementary ones they sent for her when she complained too much. Oh god, he's so stupid. Thank god she didn't find him dead via mimic (would his roommate tell her? Not like next of kin but like, bestie stuff?). She's never spending another cent on him! ]
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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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I'm not going to make it throw up!
[ Mostly because that's a lot of slobber and he has a feeling that the candy (and the message) are already being dissolved in whatever digestive system it has sprouted.
But he does grab a hold of it by the handle. Which it doesn't seem to like very much. The barrel of the blaster attempts to bend angrily as if reaching back to snap at him but thankfully the confines of the structure prevent it from doing so. ]
Get the spray bottle - under the sink!
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Uh—
[ She jumps in place, almost as if she thinks his idea is stupid and maybe clobbering the gun would be a better idea. But his hand is in the way so she simply goes, ] Fuck, [ and promptly drops the broom. Lets it clatter to the ground loudly as she rushes to the cabinet beneath the sink. ]
Which one??
[ There's one in each hand — it seems like she's grabbed the only two spray bottles she could find and is woefully unsure of which he wants. She stumbles closer regardless, enough to feel safe but also spray at a good distance. ]
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Any of them!
[ This time his voice pitches as the gun stretches in an almost comical way towards him. The blaster's tongue drags against the skin of his hand and he almost shudders involuntarily in disgust. Somehow the blaster seems to take Great Offence to this and almost seems to double down.
It gnashes its teeth, one of them scraping the back of his knuckle as it snarls like some outraged dog. As much as he'd like to think that Lottie has chosen one and not given into indecision he can't tell because he's a little preoccupied at the moment. ]
Lottie!
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At— at the gun.
Maybe, some of the spray hits him as collateral because she stops looking halfway out of pure fear of seeing something terrible happen to someone she actually likes. ]
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At least until Lottie sprays what is a foaming cleaning solution at them.
The mimic snarls almost like a cat and Cassian lets out his own grunt at being sprayed even if he knows it's a minor inconvenience given the situation they're in. Thankfully that seems to be enough to startle the blaster and Cassian has enough sense in him to try and stuff it back into its holster.
Trapped in the leather casing, it has a much harder time gnawing or gnashing - though Cassian has a sneaking suspicion that it's likely to find its way out of there sooner rather than later. His chest heaves as he holds it down on the kitchen counter, covered slightly in cleaning solution. ]
Go grab one of my belts. In my room.
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Her own distantly shake from the adrenaline as she just, drops the sprays. Lets them fall to the floor because she simply forgets there's a counter right beside her in her stupor. Forcing all her concentration on what he's saying to her despite the ever manic jostle of the gun in his hold— ]
Uh huh. Yes. Yes!!
[ Lottie rushes off in the direction of the only hallway in his new(ish) apartment and lucks out with the only unlocked door (his) as her first try. Cassian's room is— well, she didn't ever think she'd see his room, so conceptualizing it in her mind has been far from her to-do list. It's very boy. If she ignores the pump of blood rushing to her ears she'd realize it kinda smells like him.
(Oh, fuck. That's kinda weird. She needs to forget she ever thought that, fuck!)
It's a minute she's gone and a few seconds after she returns, emerging with a tastefully practical brown belt in her hands. She hands it over, ]
Does this work? I—I just kinda picked the thickest one with the most holes??
🎀🥺 wrap soon?
Not that he's thinking about her being in his room or what she might think of seeing his room and the lack of personal effects in there. He's a little preoccupied at the moment. ]
Yes, yes - here!
[ And he's quick to grab it from her, working quickly to wrap it once, twice, three times around the holstered mimic. He ties it off as best as he can and waits - because what else is there to do but wait and see if that's enough?
When several tense moment pass without the holster shaking or snarling he finally lets go and lets out a ragged sigh. ]
...That explains where all the other candygrams went.
[ But not who it was from. Though, now that most of the panic is over, it is a little strange that Lottie reacted the way she did to the candygram, isn't it?
🎀🥺 yessss next tag maybe??
And it's like a breath of fresh air when it's completely silent, all that tension and panic simply stopping just as the mimic does. But Cassian's sigh breaks the careful, almost hopeful, bubble Lottie's built around them, her lips pressing together as she suppresses a weird little laugh. Not because all her money being ate by his stupid gun is funny, because it isn't, at all, it's just— ]
Seriously?
[ That explains where all the other candygrams went? He didn't bother like, searching or calling the company? Lottie sent at least 5, not including the complementary ones they sent for her when she complained too much. Oh god, he's so stupid. Thank god she didn't find him dead via mimic (would his roommate tell her? Not like next of kin but like, bestie stuff?). She's never spending another cent on him! ]
That's.. So crazy.