RT Thread: Cass... In Something Proper
Who: Caim (who's in Inuart's body), Furiae (who's in Cassandra's body)
When: This evening
What: Caim goes to see his younger sister, who's dressed Cassandra in something tasteful. For once.
Warnings: Likely none. Hard to say with these two.
After meeting with Inuart, Caim couldn't remember feeling any more awkward than he had at that moment. The man had inspected him, and up close at that. No shirt. No pants. None of that stuff. And Caim felt like his world had just shattered all around him. It drove him a little crazy, because he knew there was tension present, didn't know where it came from, and didn't know how to fix it. As a result, he was overcome with a vague madness of sorts. It was the type that made him want to go out and murder little children.
Hopefully, however, Furiae could fix all of that. He was relying on her, after all. And if she couldn't help him, well... He was a little stuck, wasn't he?
With that straightened hair, not at all in bad taste, but more like his form, he pulled a few fingertips through the ends. He was dressed as nice as he had been when Inuart had come to see him. A white button-up shirt, and black slacks. For Inuart, he got jeans. But for Furiae... He wanted to look nicer. In his left hand, he carried flowers, those he'd picked up from Junes, just to make Furiae smile.
And at his door, he lifted his free hand and knocked.
When: This evening
What: Caim goes to see his younger sister, who's dressed Cassandra in something tasteful. For once.
Warnings: Likely none. Hard to say with these two.
After meeting with Inuart, Caim couldn't remember feeling any more awkward than he had at that moment. The man had inspected him, and up close at that. No shirt. No pants. None of that stuff. And Caim felt like his world had just shattered all around him. It drove him a little crazy, because he knew there was tension present, didn't know where it came from, and didn't know how to fix it. As a result, he was overcome with a vague madness of sorts. It was the type that made him want to go out and murder little children.
Hopefully, however, Furiae could fix all of that. He was relying on her, after all. And if she couldn't help him, well... He was a little stuck, wasn't he?
With that straightened hair, not at all in bad taste, but more like his form, he pulled a few fingertips through the ends. He was dressed as nice as he had been when Inuart had come to see him. A white button-up shirt, and black slacks. For Inuart, he got jeans. But for Furiae... He wanted to look nicer. In his left hand, he carried flowers, those he'd picked up from Junes, just to make Furiae smile.
And at his door, he lifted his free hand and knocked.