I want to do a lot of super kinky things. Cassidy's lips pressed into a thin line. Earlier in the month, he'd put in a request for a scandalous leather dress. It hadn't arrived yet. What the hell were the fairies waiting on, a special occasion? Had he not done enough, this time?
All this while, because he hadn't been told to go anywhere else, Pudge had remained hovering over Cassidy's knee. Since he hadn't had a command for the last several minutes, he'd started to go into idle mode, doing little circles and wiggles in midair. The motions were a touch too cheery for the moment, and it was starting to grate on Cassidy's nerves.
"For God's sakes -- go to your bowl," he commanded with a sharp point, and Pudge squiggled around and swam home, obedient as you like. Not sentient enough to understand the tension in the air.
Cassidy scrubbed a hand over his face. She didn't know what she was talking about. He'd lost the plot of the conversation as well. But it didn't much matter how they'd gotten here.
"Okay... okay." There was at least one thing she'd said that pointed in a new direction for the conversation. "You want to know me. And I - I - I've not been lyin' to 'ya all these months about who I am, Airy. You do know me. Parts of."
Stumbling a little, there, because he felt any pushback on her perception might only land him in more trouble, but he had to say it.
"But ask me anythin'." If she didn't like the answers... they'd both have to live with it. "No bullshit. I promise."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2018-07-24 07:45 pm (UTC)All this while, because he hadn't been told to go anywhere else, Pudge had remained hovering over Cassidy's knee. Since he hadn't had a command for the last several minutes, he'd started to go into idle mode, doing little circles and wiggles in midair. The motions were a touch too cheery for the moment, and it was starting to grate on Cassidy's nerves.
"For God's sakes -- go to your bowl," he commanded with a sharp point, and Pudge squiggled around and swam home, obedient as you like. Not sentient enough to understand the tension in the air.
Cassidy scrubbed a hand over his face. She didn't know what she was talking about. He'd lost the plot of the conversation as well. But it didn't much matter how they'd gotten here.
"Okay... okay." There was at least one thing she'd said that pointed in a new direction for the conversation. "You want to know me. And I - I - I've not been lyin' to 'ya all these months about who I am, Airy. You do know me. Parts of."
Stumbling a little, there, because he felt any pushback on her perception might only land him in more trouble, but he had to say it.
"But ask me anythin'." If she didn't like the answers... they'd both have to live with it. "No bullshit. I promise."