#❝ ⸺ 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 &&. starter. ❞

[bludstaind]

tristan @ cassian: “I'm not built to crouch.”

⸻ Cassian lounged comfortably on a worn-out couch, a haze of mellow satisfaction lingering in the air as he puffed and passed the remnants of a joint lazily. The room was bathed in the soft glow of his TV, a cheesy cult-classic filling the room with background noise. He'd practically melted into his seat, all of the stress from the week dissipating as his buzz kicked in. The sudden sound of Tristan coughing up a storm and the remote flying off the couch shattered the tranquility, pulling Cassian out of his reverie with a jolt. "Whoa, dude, are you good?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he leaned forward, clapping a hand on the other man's back. "You're not kidding. Don't worry, I'll rescue the remote, just try not to cough up a lung, okay? I don't exactly know how to put it back-"