Our Wonderful Space RP, Home-Life <3

[chellemrys]

Angus smirked, "Aye- that's th' a body." (Yes, that's the one.) With a shrug, the Scot continued, "Ah guess she was jist shy; she opened up tae me efter a coople ootings." (I guess she was just shy; she opened up to me after a couple outings.) The auburn haired young man pushed his hair back, leaning against the counter with a proud smirk, "In puckle ways." (In a few ways.)


After the laughter, a glare flashed across Cas' face, directed at Ade; his face read 'You're dead, Adrian Mason', and he turned his proud pointed nose back towards Gus.


Angus stopped suddenly stopped laughing, a look of confusion coming over his face. He had caught Angus calling Cas a.. He. With a blatantly judgmental expression, the Scot's eyes flickered over to the Lieutenant, looking him up and down. Cas watched in equal confusion, since Gus was staring at him like he suddenly had transformed into a four eyed monster; Gus was blinking every few seconds, mouth twisted into a pursed knot as his eyes moved up and down, noting several things: No breasts (or at least very small ones). Muscular. Slightly barrel chested. Broader shoulders than that of an average woman. Stronger than normal face, for a lass (but still not the strongest). Short. Men's dress clothes. Tiny red knick on his jaw, like a razor cut. Short hair.





Now that he really looked, it was completely obvious. But before, it had not crossed his mind how androgynous Cassidy was. The eyes and pointy nose, with the smaller build and messy short hair were generally feminine features, and they emphasized a femininity about Cassidy, that was gone once Gus realized how much like a guy he was.


Angus did not realize his mouth was hanging open, and a blank expression had come over his face as he thought about Cas. In response, Cas cleared his throat- asking, "...Angus. You trying to catch niestragg-aggh-!" He cut himself off, another embarrassed expression gracing his face, "I mean.. You're gonna catch... butterflies if you do not shut your mouth." A nervous laugh filled the silence, and he grew silent himself, looking down, visibly biting his lip. F*ck, Cas- why would you say niestraggers here!





Angus squinted at Cas after the failed joke, and a fake, and extremely confused, look came over him. "Niestragg... aggh?" He whispered back, before repeating, "Butterflies," back to the two. Cas apparently did not realize how incorrect his joke was. "Ye pure techt jist... flies, reit? i'll catch flies in mah gob." (You mean just... flies, right? I'll catch flies in my mouth.) His eyes left Cas, and went to Adrian with a nervous grin. "Whaur did ye say ye mit... 'er, again?" (Where did you say you met... her, again?) The special emphasis on the feminine pronoun really stood out, and he cross his arms- waiting for an explanation from his brother. But that explanation was interrupted with a sharp rap on the door, and a man on the other side yelling, "Pizza delivery!"

 

[Laine]

Ade was bending down to give himself another beer (probably forgetting he had work the next day) when the strange word fell from Cas’ mouth – and he chuckled nervously as he felt himself tense up, cracking the beer open before turning around to face the two again. “Mhmm. Yeah, yeah, you meant flies, didn’t you, Cas?” He mumbled, and saw that Angus’ face was contorted in confusion. He may not have been the brightest bulb on the shelf, but even he could tell there was something weird about Cas. “W-where did I meet…-?”


Adrian shook his head as he heard a knock at the door, and he hurried over, mumbling something about the hospital to Gus as he pushed past him. As much as he knew Gus couldn’t tell he was from space, it still made his stomach churn to think about what would happen if he even got an inkling. He’d seen the way Gus was staring at him judgingly, for his gender or his weird language, he couldn’t tell. As if having my choice in partner scrunitized is something I need right now, he thought, rolling his eyes as the pizza boy couldn’t work out the correct change. He shook his head and sniffed, “It’s fine, keep it,” And slowly but forcefully shut the door in the acne-ridden teen’s face.


He wandered over to the counter, which was already laid with plates, and he said, “Grub’s up, guys,” opening the first of the boxes and presenting it to his older brother. “Dig in.” There was an irritated sigh evident in his voice – the melancholy mood that he often got when he had a few drinks was beginning to settle in, and he dragged a hand through his hair again, watching the two as they tucked in.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy's face was overcome with relief when the pizza arrived; he quickly headed to the other side of the counter to grab a plate. Angus stood in place, the scrutinizing look still plastered on his features. After a few moments of watching Cas, he too headed to the counter and took a plate, then pizza after Ade set it down. He kept thinking about Cas, and how he must be mental or something. Murmuring to himself, he chuckled, "Hospital. Mair loch mental hospital." (Hospital. More like mental hospital.)


Cassidy caught the scathing comment, and he eyes flickered up from his pizza to watch Angus take a hearty bite of his pizza slice. The Arab-esque eyes followed his movements, now scrutinizing the other just as much. After a few moments, he hissed, "'Cuse mee? What did you saay?" After another bite, he sipped his cider once more, cheeks turning hot with irritation. The alien accent was beginning to slur through now, with the buzz he was getting. Of course, as always, Cas did not notice this at all.


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[Laine]

Ade narrowed his eyes at his brother as he made the comment, shoving him feebly in the side as he passed him, "Lay aff heem, Gus. He's hud a lang day."(Lay off him, Gus, he's had a long day.) He hissed, casting a guilty look to Cassidy as he once again slipped back into his alien-sounding language. He pulled a couple slimy slices onto his plate, the unease between the two doing little to diminish his appetite.


He sniffed as he felt tension build between the two, watching Cas’ dark eyes flicker around the tall Scot at the other side of the table. Ade shook his head, mumbling as he picked at the food in front of him, "Mm. He was just joking, Cas. Don't worry about it." He wasn’t sure whether Cas was a little too drunk or was just feeling threatened, but the accent was slurring it’s way back into his speech. Ade wrapped his hand around Cas’ cider bottle, and slid it away from him slowly. “Maybe that’s enough for you for tonight.” He smirked, wiping the neck before taking a sip.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy's eyes followed Angus' movements, now blatantly judging the other in his irritation. Cas ignored the drink being taken away, and continued eating the messy food. The lieutenant finished his slice, and proceeded to fold his arms over each other, resting against the table as the two are, waiting in silence.


Angus also finished his slice, and yawned, "


Weel, Ah hink Ah will tak' a snooze. Cooch Ah hink?" (I think I will take a snooze. Couch I think?) The Scot swiftly left the room, leaving the two behind.


In the other room, Angus sat down, and a tiny black album caught his eye, on the coffee table in front of him. He snatched it up, examining the fine alien print on the front, and flipped it open- revealing endless pictures and writing of Cas'.

 

[Laine]

Ade frowned, expecting Cas to retaliate in his usual playful manner, however his dark eyes were burrowing into Angus’ skull, burning an irritated hole in them as he sloppily finished his food. Adrian tried to make small talk to Angus about his trip down, but soon enough he too had finished, and excused himself into the lounge. Ade gathered up the dishes and started to wash them, casting a guilty look to Cas yet again as he remained stood at the counter, almost brooding.


“Don’t mind him, Cas, really.” Ade shook his head, staring out the small apartment window as he spoke, absentmindedly scrubbing the plates. He chuckled nervously as Cassidy still didn’t say anything, “I mean, I guess, well…to someone who didn’t know where you came from, and had never met you before, perhaps you do seem a little…unusual? What with your…Kershnaille and Niestraggers…” He chuckled drily again, turning back towards the other.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy drew in a sharp breath, sighing after Adrian spoke. "No. This ees typical. Did you not catch the look he gave me, before the retort?" Crossing his arms, the lieutenant rolled his eyes, "Typical 21st century Earth. We are een the time period of the gay rights revolution. The beginning of every identity ever created, and the beginning of no identity- my native time period. We are smack dab een between the era where they thought eet was a mental illness, and the finality of gay liberation." Another drawn out sigh, "So much complete crap goes on in this century- traces of the civil rights movement, gay rights, more women's rights and the need for feminism. Those never should have had to happen. A-zaaa..."


The Lieutenant placed his hands on his hips, "So there eet was- the shock, the disbelief that I was a guy. Gus realized eet at that moment, if you didn't notice that. I expect you will hear about eet soon. And the loony bin thing, that was an extension of his shock." Cas scowled, "You acted pretty awful about this at first, and today I have been made out to be a terrorist because of the color of my skin, and now this. The 21st century is offensive." He walked to the doorway, shaking his head, "I want to sleep."

 

[Laine]

Ade crossed his arms over his chest as he listened patiently, sighing as the other grumbled about the unfairness of it all. Ade’s face slowly scrunched up the more Cas spoke – even though he was in agreement with him, he couldn’t help but feel that Cassidy was setting his expectations a little high. “Oh, come on, Cassidy, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you came to this time, right? I mean, what did you expect, the moment you show up the raging homophobes and xenophobes of Boston put down their pitchforks and thank you for your eternal wisdom?” He rolled his eyes as the Lieutenant continued his rant.


“Yeah, fine, fine. Gus was shocked, I was shocked, everyone here who meets you is going to be shocked. You just don’t…look like…or talk like…what people expect a normal…American…guy to look or talk like.” He bit his lip as Cas turned to leave the room, realising that he’d just proved his point about the 21st century being offensive. He groaned quietly to himself as the other left, considering following him for a brief second. Instead, he turned back to the sink and finished washing and drying, blaming both of their bad moods on a combination of the events that’d transpired during the day and the alcohol. After he’d tidied away the pizza boxes and wiped down the surfaces, he headed down the hallway to the sitting room, figuring that Cas was probably sleeping in the bedroom.

 

[chellemrys]

When Adrian entered the room, Angus was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the tiny black album. "Ade, whit is thes hin'?" (Ade, what is this thing?) The Scot flipped to a new page, eyes widening at the weapon that the Lieutenant was holding in the picture, standing amidst strange vegetation with a cheeky grin from ear to ear. Directly underneath was the a tiny photo of a group of young adults, Cas amidst them, sitting in a cozy looking café with happy smiles plastered on their sunburnt faces. The floor beneath the table was apparently glass, and it looked as if there was a planet floating hundreds of miles beneath them, the edges of it outlined.


Picture after picture revealed odd military uniforms, strange weaponry, eccentric backgrounds and vegetation or environments, the occasional picture of stars, and always the same group of people- separate or together. There were aliens, and shuttles, and Cas standing next to machinery like ships, and in front of odd animals. "Thes disnae e'en swatch... human!" (This does not even look human!) The redhead pointed sharply at a photo of Cassidy and a light-blue skinned humanoid, with fluffy pixie cut hair.

 

[Laine]

Ade froze as the saw the tiny black album, blinking rapidly as he stared at his brother flicking through the odd collection of photos. Gus was stretched out on the sofa, his face contorted in confusion and surprise. “Oh…that, uh…” Ade plopped himself down next to him, scratching his neck as he tried to come up with an excuse. “…That’s Cassidy. On his home planet.” He stated, sitting back and flicking on the TV.


He let the statement hang for a few seconds, a smirk plastered on his face before he turned back to Angus. “Jist pullin yer leg, Gus.” He sniffed, his eyes glued to the screen as he avoided his brother’s gaze. “…It’s like…you know…Star Wars? Well, it turns out, Cas is a huge sci-fi nerd, so…he went on one of those ‘experience’ days where you visit the set…take pictures…and stuff.” There was a twinge of nerves in his voice as he muttered.


He flicked his eyes back at Gus, who was still passing through the pages, squinting at the photos. “Uh, yeah, of course they don’t. They’re actors. You know…costumes and make-up and stuff.” He was trying his best to sound convincing, and he hoped Gus was buying it – his slight inebriated state at least made him look like he was telling the truth. “Yeah…Lame, huh?”

 

[chellemrys]

Angus blinked a few times, looking down at the album, then Adrian, then the tiny black book again. He leaned back, and continued flicking, obviously intrigued. "Aye.. Lame." He nodded, squinting at the interesting and very realistic photos, and into the dark eyes of the Lieutenant, staring back at him. "Hm." There was no other explanation Angus could possibly dream up; anything else would seem impossible.


Moments after, Cas entered the room, looking more disheveled than before- hair ruffled from rolling around in the bed for a few minutes, shirt pulled out and unbuttoned, and pants now sagging a bit due to a lack of a belt. "Ade.. Gimmee a lighte-" He froze at the sight of the album, and his jaw practically dropped. The Lieutenant tensed up, eyes flickering nervously between the book, Ade, and Angus, over and over again. "Wheere did yoou get that?" Cas' dark eyes fixated on Ade, disapproval filling his gaze as he opened his mouth to make an excuse, "It's a memory collection.. You know, one of those.. things Earthliings, I meean- um, uh, it was a simulator at a party. In.. the.. Soviet Union." Words just spilled out, nothing making sense- the time periods not quite lining up with the present, and he squeezed his eyes shut at the messiness of his excuse. A-zaa, what happened to your smooth style?





The Scot narrowed his eyes, listening to the Lieutenant with complete confusion. Ade's story did not match the Arab-appearing man's. He chuckled, "Wow. Yoo've hud a bit tay much."

 

[Laine]

Ade leant back against the couch as he pretended to continue watching the news, glancing over at the quizzical Gus as he continued to pour over the pictures. “It’s incredible what they can do with a bit o’ make up, hmm?” He said, nudging Gus with a pointed elbow.


He flashed a hopeful smile to Cas as he entered the room, but recognised the croaky tone of his voice and the tired, but slightly panicked look in his eye straight away. Without protest, he dug in his back pocket for the Lieutenants’ quick PTSD cure, but was confused as to why he could only find the cheap blue plastic lighter he’d bought that morning. Cas’ expression suddenly changed to stunned as he glanced wide-eyed at the album, “Mhmm, you left it out on the coffee table, dear.” Ade replied, with a hint of accusation.


As he started to blab, Adrian could only chuckle nervously, nodding in virulent agreement at his brother’s statement, “Aye, he can’t really handle his drink like us big men can, can you Cas?” He nudged Gus again as he said it. Without taking his eyes off Gus and the album, he subtly slipped the lighter in Cassidy’s vague direction, hoping he would take it and leave before he dug himself into an even deeper hole. He nodded in Cas’ direction, “You should probably go to bed. I’m sure you can tell Gus about your Star Wars parties some other day.” He winked at Cassidy, a gentle, slightly drunken smirk carved into his face.

 

[chellemrys]

Cassidy's face sunk even further, if that was possible, from complete shock, to intense irritation, "Abnormaally laarge, moree liike eet. Yoou are liike a elfa- er- liike a.." His metaphor dropped off; he was lost for words, and fuming. "F*ck off." He stormed over to Angus, and nabbed the album. "I alreeady told you, Star Wars doeseen't exist!" Sticking out his tongue, he took the lighter, rolling his eyes, "If anything, I am thee one making fun of you for eet. You thought I- You thought that was reeal or zome-ting!" Cas turned away, heading back towards the room, "Idiot."


Angus was staring with a nervous expression of uncertainty, and crossed his arms after the album was snatched away. "Aye, cannae handle th' bevvy. Whit is he babblin' oan abit?" (Yes, cannot handle his drink. What is he babbling on about?)


Cas stopped in the doorway, pulling out the cigarettes and sticking one between his lips. Really Cas was irritated that he had to explain the black album; he did not even know Adrian took it! Lighting the cigaretter, the Lieutenant disappeared into the dark doorway.


Angus choked on his own laughter, sputtering between words in his hilarity. "Soviit union?!" (Soviet Union.) "Bah! Thes a body sure is intelligent, Adrian!" (Bah! This one sure is intelligent, Adrian!) Angus tilted his head back, giggling to himself, "Ye said ye mit heem at a hospital. Ah didne hink ye worked at a mental hospital!" (You said you met him at a hospital. I didn't know you worked at a mental hospital!)

 

[Laine]

“Caaaas, wait-“ Adrian mumbled half-heartedly as the dark-skinned lieutenant stormed out. He looked really pissed, and Ade slumped back in the chair as Gus retorted next to him. He narrowed his eyes in irritation and dragged a hand through his hair– bringing Angus there to meet Cas had definitely been a mistake.


He sniffed, turning back towards the TV, a serious, miserable tone filtering into his voice, “Ay, pack it in, Gus.” He felt a sudden defensiveness towards Cas, as Gus mocked his lover more and more, “Seriously, Gus. It’s not that weird. We all say strange stuff under the influence. Aye, he’ll be fine in the morning.” Gus made little attempt to quiet himself, and little smatterings of laughter in his throat could still be heard. Ade shot Gus a filthy look, “Something funny?”

 

[chellemrys]

Angus looked over at Adrian as he belted out chuckles, rolling his head back as he continued to laugh. "Och aye! Yoo're boyfriend is insane, Ah hink. He said weird mince sober, tay." (Yes! Your boyfriend is insane, I think. He said weird stuff sober, too.) "He speaks loch... He's foreign. Tae Earth ur somethin'!" (He speaks like he's foreign.. To Earth, or something!) He elbowed Ade in the ribs, shaking his head, laughter still strong.


The Scot's laughter died off, and his expression suddenly became a bit more serious. "An'.. whit th' heel, Adrian. A bloke? A girly-guy? Whit kin' ay fetish ye got?" (And.. What the Hell, Adrian. A guy? A girly-guy? What kind of fetish you got?) Angus looked over with an extremely confused expression, looking a bit disgusted, "That's whit yoo're intae?" (That's what your into?) "Yoo're.. Bent?!" (You're gay?!)

 

[Laine]

Adrian ignored Gus for a few seconds, one hand leaning against a temple as he tried to focus more on the TV than what he was saying. As soon as he spat the foul word, bent, however, his eyes snapped towards the other sitting on the couch. Angus’ facial expression summed up Ade’s fears about showing Cassidy to anyone, let alone his family.


“No, I’m not bent,” He said, eyes narrowed, “I just happen to be dating someone that’s a guy, that’s all.” He dragged another hand through his hair, and sighed. “I knew you’d be bothered by it. By him, I mean. You can’t just leave things be, can you?” The irritation was plain to see on his face as he motioned with his hand. 
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Ade at first tried to ignore the question, unsure of how he could honestly answer it. But he visibly grew more and more tense as Angus mocked him. “Really?! Christ. Grow up, Gus. You’re 28, not 17.” He finally snapped, removing his attention completely from the TV and staring at the other in disbelief. His green eyes burned with irritation, not aided by being drunk at all. “I’m not having you taking the piss out of him like that. You either shut up, or get out of my apartment.” There was a rare threatening tone to his voice as Adrian spoke.


“Besides, if I wanted a woman, I could get one, and keep one, which is more than can be said for you.” He sniffed, flicking the TV off. “I was dating Debbie for four years. How long did your first marriage last? Three months?” He said provocatively.

 

[chellemrys]

Angus stiffened, looking incredibly offended. Instead of giving the 'mommy and daddy' would not like you kicking me out speech, he went with a recoil. Angus relaxed himself, wearing a smug expression, "Thes is a phase. Yoo'll gie ower thes. Alrecht, first aff, whit qualities dae ye see in heem?" (This is a phase. You'll get over this. Alright, first off, what qualities do you see in him?) The Scot crossed his arms, "An' 'en teel me some adventures ye tois hae bin oan. Prove it's nae jist his girly coopon." (And tell me some adventures you two have been on. Prove it's not just his girly face.)


He was testing Adrian, to see how well he knew his new boyfriend. The Scot looked pompous as he patronized Adrian, waiting for an answer. "An' ye huvnae tauld mom an' dad. Whit will they hink?" (And you have not told mom and dad. What will they think?) The Scot crossed the room, plopping back down on the couch. "They want grandchildren, an' he certainly isnae gonnae gie ye 'at. E'en thocht he looks loch he coods." (They want grandchildren, and he certainly isn't gonna give you that. Even though he looks like he could.) He batted his eyes playfully, laughing loudly as he tried to imitate a 'pretty-eye' look, of a young girl. "Thae's it. He's aw een an' probably naethin' else." (That's it. He's all eyes and probably nothing else!)

 

[Laine]

Ade glowered at his brother. It was taking all of his will to not shove him off the couch and kick him out of the house. “…Have you finished insulting my partner?” Angus raised his eyebrows at the question, and he tugged a hand through his hair. “You need to get off your high horse. He’s ten times better than whatever you scrape off the streets.”


Of course, he knew what he saw in Cassidy – bravery, good looks, fervent loyalty, easygoing – but it was difficult for him to explain without putting it into context. And of course, he couldn’t do that without sounding like a nutcase. “He- his face isn’t that girly. He’s handsome, but…you’re the only who has said he looks like a female.” He lied with a smirk, tapping his head as he tried to think of his redeeming features. “He has a good sense of humor. And…he’s a good cook. As for, uh, ‘adventures’…I’ve been pretty busy with work recently. So we haven’t been out that much. We just went down to the harbour today.” He decided to miss out the part where Cas had a panic attack and they got booed out of a restaurant, for obvious reasons.


He rubbed his eyes as he changed the subject, “And I don’t see why mom and dad need to know.” There was a falter in his voice as he mentioned them. He hadn’t really thought about it until now, but the sole reason Cas was there was to stop him from having children. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. “I couldn’t care less about giving them grandchildren.” He said, although he didn’t look convinced. “He makes me happy.”

 

[chellemrys]

"Whit Ah scart aff th' streets?" (What I scrape off the streets?) Angus spat, huffing in disbelief at the comment, "Weel, at leest mine ur sane." (Well, at least mine are sane.) He leaned back, trying to appear relaxed and calm, "Aam nae oan a high cuddie. Ye jist arenae seein' straecht." (I'm not on a high horse. You just are not seeing straight.)


Angus was just full of huffs of disbelief, and he grinned, "Th' only a body fa thooght he looked loch a quine?" (The only one who thought he looked like a lady?) The Scot belted out a chain of laughter, slapping his knee, "Ah cannae bide fur mom an' dad tae see. We shoods surprise them. Ah guarantee they will shake his hain, an' say, braw ta meit ye miss!" (I cannot wait for mom and dad to see. We should surprise them. I guarantee them will shake his hand, and say, nice to meet you miss!)


Gus rolled his eyes, "Ye dornt caur abit havin' bairns? Jist coz ye mit heem?" (You don't care about having children. Just because you met him?) The other did not believe Adrian, and skeptically stated, "Ye ur gonnae disappoint them." (You are going to disappoint them.) Angus let out a soft 'hmph' sound, leaning backwards in his seat and resting his head, "Disappoint them, Ah sae."

 

[Laine]

Ade sniggered quietly to himself. Not seeing straight. Thanks for the support, Gus. At the sound of disappointing his parents, Ade gave out a loud, exaggerated sigh. “Oh no.” He groaned, sarcastically. Angus’ resistance was wearing him down, and it dawned on him that it was just the beginning; eventually his parents would find out about Cassidy, along with his aunt and uncle, his cousins, his grandparents…and he knew they would have just as much of a problem with Cassidy as Gus did, maybe moreso. They weren’t the most open-minded group at the best of times.


Adrian rubbed his nose with one hand, creasing his face in thought. “…I’m not even 25, and I have a degree, a job, a nice apartment, a car and a partner. You don’t think they can look past the whole…childless, gay thing…and just tell me I’m doing well for myself?” Angus’ mere expression said it all, and Ade groaned, tipping his head back. “Ugh.” He sighed. Living in outer space would be less of a ballache than this, Ade thought, another weak smile gracing his face. Brief, terrifying images flashed in his mind that made him shudder; waking up on a less-than-ideal-planet, meeting weird and disgusting-looking aliens on a regular basis, eating Cas’ space-food everyday…


He sat up abruptly, smacking his hands against his knees. “Well, this has been a nice heart-to-heart, Gus. You really should come over more often.” He grunted with strong sarcasm, nudging his brother with an elbow. “I’m going to bed.” He announced, standing up and shuffling out. He reappeared a few moments later with a bundle of bedsheets and pillows in his hands, and dumped them on Gus’ head, the slight giddiness of too much alcohol the motive behind the immature move. “There you go.” Ade sniffed, an uncomfortable frown on his face as a thought chewed at the back of his mind.


He chewed on his lip awkwardly for a few seconds, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “Gus…Does it really bother you that Cas is a guy…?” He asked softly, his face screwed up in confusion.

 

[chellemrys]

Angus shrugged, "Ye ken uir fowk." (You know our family.) The red-head sniffed, shaking his head with a tut, "Grandma is sae religioos, an' mom an' dad, weel, they dae loove bairns." (Grandma is so religious, and Mom and Dad, well, they do love children.) It was all true, that was the hardest part for Adrian. They would still love him, probably, but love his new gay friend? Maybe, maybe not. And if so, Angus thought it would certainly take a while for them to love Cas.


Angus chuckled at the deep sarcasm, and he pursed his lips after, deep in thought. He shut his eyes, moments later met with the cottony taste of blankets landing on his face, in surprise he had opened his mouth and gotten his mouth filled with blanket. He spat and shoved it away, laughing through the tense situation, never able to take his little brother completely serious ever.


At the question he pursued his lips again, deep in thought. Of course, he was not the most orthodox person ever, and was not medieval in thought either. But, the fact that Ade had a boyfriend was... Shocking, to say the least. "Aam simply shocked, Adrian." (I am simply shocked).

 

[Laine]

Ade gave a tired sigh to his brother, pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache started brewing at the back of his mind. “It’s better than being disgusted, I suppose.” He turned around, and started heading towards his bedroom. “If it’s any consolation, I was pretty shocked when I found out as well.”


The room was already darkened as the auburn-haired doctor entered, and he drunkenly stumbled around the room, struggling to find the closet and crashing into his bureau in the process. As he found himself scrambling against the wall (the opposite side of the room to the closet), he gave up and decided to sleep in the clothes he was dressed in, and collapsed on the bed inches away from his lover’s face. He chuckled at Cassidy as he grunted and opened one eye.


“Aye, don’t be miserable, Casi-dee,” Adrian mumbled drunkenly, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist, “I…er…think he likes you.” He pulled Cas in close to his chest, nuzzling him for a few seconds. It wasn’t long before his eyelids drooped and his breathing became replaced by gentle snoring.

 

[chellemrys]

The next morning, Cassidy woke to a soft light peeking in through the half shut shades. The agent popped a single eye open, groaning tiredly and propping himself up on his elbows, observing his legs were tangled up in the sheets, and his body was still entwined around the waist by Adrian's arms. He was used to early starts, from all the years in the time agency. Although it had been a long time since he had been on an actual mission, Cas could not seem to shake the habit. So, he began untangling his legs and waist from the perpetrators that had trapped him on the bed: Warm sheets and Adrian.


Once free, Cas wanly dragged himself into the kitchen, not really trying too hard to be quiet, despite Adrian's brother, who lay asleep on the couch. He walked with completely silent, careful steps, into the kitchen, and turned on the coffee machine. He knew Ade would appreciate waking to the pungent sweet aroma of his favorite drink, so he most often woke up and came here, to fill a few mugs for his love, usually before he hurried off into busy Boston, for busy, boring, Boston work.


The agent's hopper beeped rapidly, loudly, and a soft blue glow filled the room, making the walls, silverware, and floor sparkle with misty twinkles. Cas lifted his arm, frantically pressing buttons to stop the call, but Lydia's hologram shot up before he could shut it down. She was a commanding officer of his, after all, so anything she sent was a direct override to his lowly protests.


With a slow sign, he decided it was better to answer it anyway, just in case she was sending him orders or something important in general. When she answered, she had a serious face drawn, no smiles or laughter. She yelled at him to salute, and he did, not breaking until suddenly she yelled quite loudly: "Hi, Cas-ee-dee!" In the universal tongue. Lydia always did enjoy doing that to Cas. She began chattering away, and Cas backed further into the depths of the kitchen, warning her there were guests over and that she needed to be a bit quiet. They began filling each other in on going-ons in their lives, smiles and laughter soon filling the kitchen.


Angus stirred, breathing in the morning air and opening his eyes to a squint, looking over to the window that hung beside the TV across from the couch he laid on. The room was slightly dark still, the soft light from the outside peaking in through the windows only providing just enough visibility to see around the room.


The Scot sat up with a groggy smack of his lips, pushing back hair auburn waves like Adrian always did, before swinging his feet over thee edge of the couch. His head snapped to look at the doorway of the kitchen as a loud noise burst from within, which sounded like someone talking in a foreign language. He lifted a brow, observing the blue glow that filled the doorway, and illuminated his entire view of the kitchen. The other two began chattering away in a very alien tongue, to Angus at least, and he was perplexed to see who the people were. He assumed one was Cas, but another was very much a girl. A guest, at this hour? He saw the digital stove clock through the door way, it read: 6:11.





The Scot groaned, and got up, padding into the kitchen with a yawn, eyes closing, as he passed through the doorway. Angus' reopened his eyes, to find himself staring at Cas' back, across the room, with a quality, blue grid hologram floating in front of him, of a young woman's upper half. The lady was chatting away, and Cas was replying. It was not a toy, it was like a phone call, like something out of a sci-fi movie, like in... The picture albums.





Lydia straightened and grinned, waving at Gus as he entered, "Hello, Adrian." She said in English, before continuing on in the universal tongue. That made Gus jump; it was a simple confirmation that this was not some prop or game.





Cas straightened up at Lyd's greeting, and he swung around, "Hey- Ad-" The Lieutenant froze, seeing who it was, and he apologized to Lydia, telling her quickly he had to go. The officer waved and nodded, saluting him and signing off. Cas' mood had sunk from light and happy, to a completely serious agent attitude.


They sat in silence, just staring at one another, breathing the only sound heard in the room. Gus' face was one of pure horror, and his wide eyes were fixated on Adrian's boyfriend. Cas was watching the other, like a jungle cat waiting for his prey to move. Gus' eyes twitched towards the door, and Cas dashed forward, grabbing a pot from the sink as Gus screamed and ran out the kitchen door, into the living room- knocking over the tiny stand next to the window with a potted planet on tip, purposefully into Cas' path. "Adrian!" He screeched, running around to the other side of the couch.


Cas stood on the other side, watching the other intently, a look of concentration on his face. He dashed forward, and leapt over the couch, landing gracefully next to Gus, who stumbled backwards and began to fall, right at Cas swung the pot and smacked the other before he collided with the wall- making a series of collective crashes, smashes, and booms.

 

[Laine]

Adrian curled his fingertips around the warm blankets, groaning softly as he failed to find his partner buried within them. It was early – too early to awake if he didn’t have to, and as a result the junior doctor buried his head back in the pillow, blocking out the faint traces of sunlight peeking through the blinds. The smell of coffee had begun to fill the apartment, and a gentle smile traced Ade’s lips, causing him to sigh heavily in relaxation at one of his favourite scents.


That is, until he heard a faint plink as his potted plant hit the floor, followed by rapid footsteps beating against the hardwood floor. Ade grunted and opened one eye, taking in a breath to reprimand his lover from being so clumsy, only to be halted in his tracks and jolted fully awake by a deep, booming voice coming from the living room. He had completely forgotten that Angus was staying over, and he gritted his teeth as he sat up and threw off the covers, scratching his head as he yelled back, “What?!” There was a brief silence, before a series of louder crashes and thuds, which dragged Ade onto his feet and into the living room to investigate.


Half-expecting a prank, the Scot took his time, and so Gus was already lying on the floor behind the sofa, out cold by the time he entered. Cassidy was stood next to him, brandishing a metal pan with a fierce look in his eye. “Wha…” He said, widening his eyes at the scene. Cas turned towards him, and began to speak, but Ade cut him off, dashing towards his brother on the ground, “Whatthefuckdidyoudo?!”


He leaned over Gus, gingerly turning his head to the side, suspecting instantly that Cassidy had hit him. Luckily there was no blood, but a swollen lump had already managed to emerge from both hitting the wall and the kitchen utensil the Lieutenant was holding. Gus groaned as Ade touched it, scrunching his face up and barely opening his eyes. “Are…you alright, Gus?” Ade asked, biting his lip as he said it. Great, Cas, he’s going to love you now.

 

[chellemrys]

Cas stood over the other, holding the pan in a combat stance, ready to smack Angus again if needed. The Scot seemed to be out cold, so he slowly lowered the utensil, and he pulled out one of the cigarettes from his pocket, hastily lighting it and drawing in a sharp breath. Instantly calmed, he sat on the edge of the couch with a stressed sigh. "He walked in on me; Lyd called me." He shook his head, examining the pot in his hands, "He freaked out."


The Lieutenant groaned, before putting up his hands, "Okay, we have to act fast. We have two options right now. We can go to Andromeda Central and wipe his memory of this whole meeting, and put him back in his home. He would miss a few days, with no explanation, but it would be fine." After a dramatic pause, he continued on, "Or we can kill him." He frankly stated.


When Gus groaned and his eyelids twitched, Cas jumped to his feet and held the pot up, beginning to swing again before Adrian hastily begged him to stop, and he dropped the weapon slowly, still on guard.