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[carmesi]

no , you aren't the only one.

[diametrically]

You picked up hitchhiker too?

[carmesi]

that's what they're calling them.
mine is mostly standing inside the closet. i keep forgetting it's there.

( it hasn't evolved a lot for her yet. )

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Mine stayed in place until it didn't.
I don't know where it went.

[carmesi]

so , it's gone?
isn't that a good thing?

[diametrically]

If it's gone it took something from me.
I need it back.

[carmesi]

what do you mean?

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[ For a moment there's a break in his response. The dim light of his room shines unnaturally off his pinky and the creak of his elbow fills the silence of the room but it's not that that feels the loudest. It's the hollow place in his chest. It's not tangible, but he knows something is wrong. ]

Something is gone.
I don't know what but it's a memory. Maybe more.
It's hard to explain.

[carmesi]

people forget things all the time.
maybe you're just under a lot of stress.

( it is hard to explain!! )

do you
feel okay ?
outside of that missing feeling.

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I'm not. I wouldn't forget these things.

[ Except he had. And the guilt gnaws at him in a way that feels like it could eat him alive. ]

My pinky is plastic. I think my elbow is too.
You?

[carmesi]

huh ? ?

( none of these things have happened to her, obviously. )

are you in your apartment ?

[diametrically]

Just me then.

[ Great. Though it's a good thing in hindsight; he'd rather that people he knows (friends, if you want to get specific), aren't undergoing strange side effects. ]

Yes.

[carmesi]

( don't worry, she'll get there, too.

she struggles to word the following, )

do you
would you
can i go there ?
to see you

[diametrically]

[ Clearly confused by the string of awkwardly worded texts (and shitty service), he sends back a - ]

What?

[ - in between her texts only to realize what she had been trying to get at. And then it takes another beat for him to reply. ]

Not to see C4T?

[carmesi]

you sound like you could use the company.

[diametrically]

Sure

[carmesi]

( you know what, )

turning into plastic sounds like a problem that you might want a second opinion on.

( huff! )

[diametrically]

[ Yo, what the - ]

I said okay?
It would be good to see you.

[carmesi]

okay.

( whatever, cassian. )

don't turn into more plastic.

[diametrically]

No promises.

[carmesi]

( since their first meeting, wanda has since moved out into a different motel, where she currently resides with her roommate(s). reaching cassian's place, though, is not too difficult and it doesn't take her long; it's all kind of close by anyway, especially now that she feels comfortable riding her motorcycle with ease.

she hears C4T chirping inside, so that's all the confirmation she needs to know that she's in the right room. )

Cassian?

( and opens the door anyway, without knocking or waiting for him. )

—hey, C4T.

[diametrically]

[ Cassian had had the option to leave the motel they had met in but had ultimately ended up staying. Balcony deal aside he'd gotten in good with the staff and it was a familiar place to turn to in an unfamiliar place. He had plans to leave eventually. Find an apartment that was a little less transient in feel, but for now the shitty motel room would do.

When she arrives, she'll find that it hasn't change much since she'd first seen it several weeks ago.

He's pulling on a long-sleeved shirt as she enters, gaze finding hers as soon as his head emerges from the fabric. ]

Yours didn't follow you?

[ While he's curious to know if hers is as insistent as his he also wants to know if he has to keep his blaster close. ]

[carmesi]

It tried to.

( wanda is too busy getting down on her haunches to pet the top of C4T, who comes to spritz the space around her, and stops when she catches herself and how odd the behaviour is. she likes the bot, so—

she glances up at him.

for now, they are mannequin-free. )

You look human still.

( plastic-free. )

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[ Whether he realizes it or not he watches Wanda with some faint amusement as she stoops down to greet C4T. It's been weeks now spent with the broken droid so he's well aware of the extent of its sentient nature - but that hasn't stopped him from giving it the same level of care he would have B2EMO.

Whatever faint quirk at the corner of his lip that might have been there drops as he raises his eyebrow at her. ]

That you can see.

[ He's teasing. Teasing as much as he can in a less than ideal situation. But after a moment he'll hold up his left hand for her to see that his pinky is indeed plastic. It's not for long before he crosses his arms, tucking it out of sight. As much as he claims that it doesn't bother him, he'd still rather not look at it. ]

Is there anyone else you know turning into plastic?

[carmesi]

( standing back up, leaving C4T to go on about purifying the air, wanda looks at cassian properly. he seems alright, for the most part, even if a little of a frazzled sentiment seems to radiate from him in waves; he's definitely more worried about his current plastic-predicament than he's letting on.

lips thinning into a line as he presents his hand, she can see that his pinky does looks very much not like his other fingers. she had taken a step forward, wanting to take a closer look, but he didn't much seem in favor of the idea, unspoken as it was.

wanda shakes her head. )

You're the first one who has mentioned that to me.

( still, she's stubborn— )

You said you think your elbow is plastic, too?