[ 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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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.