&& STRENGTH.

“I broke the alarm clock, again.”

“Again? Don’t worry, I can get you a new one. No problem”

“Don’t poison yourself.” There was a short pause. “So, is there some for me?”

“I’ll do my best. For you? ‘Course not. I made just enough specifically to where you couldn’t have any.” He said with a grin, sliding her a plate.

“C’moon, Cas, it’s just - fine. I’m blushing. Whatever. This is dumb, I’m allowed to be excited, right?”

“Of course! Just know I’ll fuck ‘em up if he tries anything.” He said, joking shoving her shoulder lightly.

“Um. No. I need…more bullets. For my scythe gun. Please.”

“Scythe gun? Oh yeah gotcha, I remember that. I think I can do that. You got one I can look at to replicate?”

“–I mean… I can play guitar ‘nd all… I’m not nearly as good as some of my siblings. But at least I’m better at this than healing, so..”

“Better than me. I can play harmonica, but that’s about it.”

Caspain raised an eyebrow and laughed, swinging his sword. “Better hope that was sarcastic.”

“Hmmm…”

“Not sure this is the best place to get so deep in thought.”

“…What? C’mon, stop looking at me like that! I’m not blushing! I’m not!”

“Not blushin? You need a new definition of the word blush sweetheart.”

“She’d love you automatically. My mom loves most people, but especially people who will coupon with her.

“Can already tell we’d be best friends.”

“We always got a lot of coupons for McDonalds? Like a weird amount of coupons. I think my mom is apart of the mob. The coupon mob.”

“Coupon mob? Okay no but, sign me up. Sorta kinda obsessed with couponing.”

“Look at you, Mr. Practicality. I lived moved on instant noodles that I shared with other girls in the boxing ring and then me and my mom would get a frick ton of McDonald’s burgers when I was knocked out of the competition.”

“Sounds good to me, though I’ve always been more of a Burger King man myself.”

“…Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Um. I should…probably apologize to my mom for ruining plates? And setting off the fire alarm. Though, yes, hot pockets are the best.”

“Might be a smart idea. Hot pockets are what kept me alive workin’ at the car shop. They had a freezer and a microwave and that’s it. Practically perfect.”

“Yessss, you’re my favorite…yeah, no, mom and babysitters cooked for me. I can use the microwave, I just…overestimate how much time things need? It’s just weird to me that chicken can be fully cooked in 2 and a half minutes or whatever.”

“Usually it comes pre-cooked, just takes a bit to actually reheat the chicken. Try hot pockets, sure they are like the worst things for you, but 2 ans a half minutes and you basically got a meal.”