#[♙] ; where do you draw the line? (cassius and atti)

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cassius drapes himself over atticus , fully , nuzzles against him for good measure . // it's the castiglioni craving that's all :)

startled, at first, more than anything, Atti would nudge against the other, hands working to try and shove the needy Cassius away. that is until he realises it is Cassius, and drops his arms down immediately in defeat, knowing full well, this growth is going nowhere any time soon. limply, Atti lowers his, as well as the other's body to the floor, and allows the attacker to continue whatever dog-like behaviour he seems to be exhibiting.

"have you ever heard of knocking? do you just materialise through the door to be a colossal pain in my neck?" he jests, "you know, if you miss me that much, just text me. you have a phone, yeah?"

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answered! - voraxiia

it was almost as though god himself was testing the patience of this particular blond today. the incessant sound of crunching got closer, and despite the lack of work in front of him, Atti could have sworn he'd have snapped if he had to hear it any longer. if there was anything more dreadful than the sound of someone crunching, it was crunching deliberately.

and hell, if he knew Cassius, well...

it was as if on cue too. the moment his personal space was breached, that sly touch against his ear had him leaning comically far off his chair with a grimace, a rather punctuated "euugh" escaping him, knowing full well that hand would have been otherwise... tainted by the apple, so to speak.

"I wasn't paying attention. you need to learn to knock!" Atti would huff, straightening himself back in his seat, turning to look at Cassius directly, a less than impressed scowl across his features (then again, it looked more like a puppy intimidating someone. he'd never hold any ill-intent toward the other.)

briefly, he follows that gaze to the typewriter, before his attention is back on Cassius, sensing his sarcasm, and issuing him that very same scowl once more.

"... that a joke? anyway, Sal's not here right now, or is it actually me you're after today?" he doesn't speak it with spite, more just trying to ascertain the other's intention...

that of course, never being easy.

[caeroseus]

" take your pick . " // cassius

a frown etches itself on Atticus' features. he was having this on-off debate with the other for almost two hours now, and it was getting insanely tedious! again, he looks down at his hands, his palms facing upwards as he pushed each one up and down, as though weighing up the options. he huffs an exhale in defeat.

"I already told you." he begins, "if I choose the left, it'll stop me from writing. if I choose the right, I can't hold anything. either way, it hurts. and anyway, wouldn't Sal's be nicer for you?" there was no difference in the taste, at least not to Atti, he couldn't say anything about what the other thought though. and it wasn't as if he'd actually be doing any writing any time soon.

with another lofty exhale, the blond pushes a hand through his hair, "can you give me one good reason why you can't just wait for Sal to get home?" he asks, his expression softening slightly, eyes moving to look at the clock.

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" what are you working on ? " // cassius is finally here to bother atti >;3

hunched over his typewriter was a typical position for Atticus, not that anything ever came of it for the most part. his words were so difficult to find ever since he was turned, the instrument of his passion untouched for decades. every time he sat by it, the words would die as quickly as they formed in his mind, allowing no ideas to make it to the paper.

today, was no different.

he looks almost pensive, defeated by the terrors that torment his mind on a consistent basis. he opts instead to simply trace lines and circles on the object in front of him. his thoughts numb down to a trance-like state until the voice of someone that wasn't his twin appears behind him, snapping him back to reality with a start, a gasp escaping him as he jolted around, his elbow hitting the desk unceremoniously.

"WHAT- oh my god. can you not do that please?!" he announces, struggling to catch his breath, a half-hearted grumble following, "rghh.. I'm trying to write. quick question. how the fu-" he stops himself. tries again. "how did you get in again?"

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Atti remained on the floor, perching himself on his elbows to also cast a raised eyebrow glance at Cassius. their relationship was always an interesting one - Atti having met Cassius through Sal. a friend though he was, his spontaneity often left the blond sleeping with one eye open for this one had always granted himself entrance to their abode, invited or not.

"I don't tend to pay attention to an awful lot, in case you hadn't noticed." he rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. after all, he is jesting, and definitely not apologising.

"careful with all that. I'm seeing someone later on, and you know that tib and fib dislike muffet's scent!" with a sigh, he wriggles a little, giving at least a little bit of space between the two of them.

"I suppose you're right. fine, fine. it was a classy entrance. now do you need a drink after all that bravado? or are you just going to lay down on me for the rest of the day?"

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ cassius first gave atticus a very pointed look and an accusatory quirk of a brow , before resting his head back on the latter regardless of their new position on the floor . but only for a mere three seconds before he pushes himself back up to cast the other a glance of unmistakable disappointment .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ㅤ you mean you never paid attention to my entrances ?ㅤ ❞ㅤ look at his wet , kicked-puppy eyes , look right into it and say you’re not sorry , atticus -- before he plopped his head back down , sulking .ㅤ ❝ㅤ even muffet practised so hard on it , too ! i added a little flair from the way i came in last thursday , even .ㅤ ❞ㅤcue a dejected flick of his wrist , dried petals falling like tiny rain over them both .ㅤ ❝ㅤ no emoji can replace all this , atti . it’s just not the same ...ㅤ ❞ㅤ