kasee disalvo

“I don’t really do relationships… not that I do one night stands either. But you know”, he shrugged his shoulders as if that would fill in the unknown, “you get the gist. And that’s not really the point, either.” Oscar paused, thinking what his point had been in the first place when their discussion was, probably, as old as time and unsolved as of now. “Just thought I’d ask you because you are the most normal person I know.”

“excuse me-” her eyes widened a bit and brows furrowed with confusion. “i’m the most normal person you know? you must know a lot of weird fuckin’ people then, man.”

OPEN. Possible locations: loft, bedroom, basement, rooftop

Theseus scanned his surroundings before finally sitting down with his book. The Factory was becoming a quick second home so it only seemed natural for him to bring more work into it. Being one of the youngest kids on the art scene, hanging out here was a no-brainer. It may have been half an hour since he started to read, or maybe 2. It had been a while since the boy had picked up a book and it felt good to lose himself in it. His fingers ran across the pages, smelt that“old book” smell and adjusted his eyes to the now fading sunlight. A soft thump forced Theseus to finally return to reality.“You okay there?”

“why the fuck are you smelling a book?” kasee asked after she stepped into the room, her shoes making her appearance known. “like, i get it but... get a room if you’re going to be weird about it, dude.”

LOCATION factory kitchen TIME 7:16pm

after she decided that her hunger was too strong to wait until going back to her apartment, cassie ordered herself some chinese food to the factory. after tipping the delivery boy, the brunette walked over the kitchen and sat down at the table. her gaze went to her phone a couple of times as if waiting for something while using the chopsticks to eat her dinner. she was about to text someone when the other girl walked in and cassie knew right away who the girl was. henry sent her some pictures while she was in europe. she watched her for a moment before speaking up. “so, what’s up with you and my brother?” the tone of her voice was pretty friendly and curious. @disalvokasee

kasee quickly walked into the factory, just finishing a shift from work and frankly, smelled of grease and sugary soda. it was quicker to just shower at the factory, especially since she had plans to be there for the evening anyway. she stopped for a glass of water in the kitchen and as she turned, a voice questioned her. looking over her features, it only took a split second to realize who it was. kasee shrugged one shoulder, taking a sip of the water before speaking. “don’t know, really. he’s my friend, i guess.” her tone held a question. “we met before this place opened, had a little thing and i…” she faded off, rolling eyes at herself. “i don’t really like commitment, let’s just put it that way.”

he raised a brow, grabbing the bottle by the neck and raising it up in return. bringing the bottle to his mouth, he took a swig, a grin on his lips as he pulled it away. “something like that, i guess.” he shrugged his shoulders before bounding off toward the elevator. “it’s nicer up there anyway.”

“hey, bring back my wine!” she yelled, following after him. kasee ditched the glass behind her and they made their way up to the rooftop. standing close, she slowly reached out for the bottle and took a sip. her eyes met his and she only held onto the wine for a moment before handing it back to him. “i do miss you.”

“No…” The way he’d said it, it sounded more like a question than the statement it was. He sunk deeper into his seat, not really getting more comfortable but too lazy to reseat. “That’s why I find the weddings so weird, I guess, no relation to it. But if even you say so, I’ll believe the crazy part easily.”

“girlfriend? boyfriend? whatever you’re into - ever?” she hadn’t exactly seen him with anyone since they knew each other but people switched partners every couple weeks so she didn’t rely heavily on her eyes only. “again, marriage is weird. i can only assume boils down to religion and something that fucks women over. and then down the line it just... transpired into something romantic and pinterest-y.”

the factory group chat

cassie i think i’m starting to see why my brother loves this place so much cassie it is pretty epic to be honest

river had finished a concert pretty late and instead of going home, he decided to sleep at the factory since it was the closest. he woke up rather earlier the next morning and made his way to the kitchen, stopping when he saw the girl in the towel. “ah i’m so sorry” he laughed, blushing a little. “just really wasn’t expecting it. i just woke up.” 

“guy like you? i’d expect lots of girls to be in just their towel.” she smiled, feigning a laugh. “want some coffee?”

“thank you! oh just some black coffee would be nice.” ivy smiled wide at her and leaned against the table. “yeah it’s quite a mystery, i was a bit hesitant to come here but with free food and cool people? i couldn’t say no.” she laughed. “i’m ivy, nice to meet you!”

“easy enough for me.” she grabbed a mug and waited for the coffee to brew before turning to the other. “nice to meet you too! how’d you hear of the place?”

3 turns offs

“someone who’s too cocky, bad hair / bad style annnnd overly aggressive or something.”

3 things I love unconditionally.

“my parents even if they drive me crazy, any of my friends and jacques, even if @hcnrycole won’t accept joint custody.”

How many piercings I have.

“i have 7, i think? you can figure out the places.”

What kind of music I like.

“hm… lots of stuff. mostly indie, acoustic kind of jams. but i like pop music. depends on the occasion, i guess.”

The last person I hugged.

“wow, i can’t even remember. a co-worker? @serenaxclhn, maybe?”

Is cheating ever okay?

“no, probably not.”

Favourite flower?

“i love wildflowers, specifically the little white ones.”

If I’ve done something I regret very much.

“i don’t regret doing drugs, i just regret doing so many drugs.”

if i forgive betrayal

“depends on the betrayal, i guess.”

If I’m in love.

“can’t say that i am.”

Big dreams?

“not exactly… is that a bad thing?”

who the last person i talked to on the phone was

“i’m much more of a texter. i have to really enjoy you if i’m talking to you on the phone. but i think it was my dad, calling to check in. wasn’t a long phone call.”

what my full name is

“kasee marie disalvo.”

if i have siblings.

“nope. only me.”

2 habits

“i bite my nails pretty much all the time but even more so when i’m nervous. i also have a habit of just… always needing some form of iced coffee the minute i step outside my apartment. i don’t know what it is. the act of running an errand or something?”

“I’m not… really big in the romance novel community or the reading community in general, so I wouldn’t know.”, he answered, but more preoccupied with grinning amusedly at Kasee’s former response. “I highly doubt the divorce part, knowing them, but… I don’t know, the rest of your life is a long-ass time to not hope your significant other dies so you’re allowed to move on and all that.” He backed up from his view to let himself fall back into one of the bean bag chairs. “That’s just a downer to write in a congratulations card.”

“jesus. way to bring death into it, dude.” she sighed, rolling onto her stomach. “you ever been in love? makes you do crazy things. i don’t think i could blame anyone for getting married, actually. despite previous judgement.”