#casey garrett

ALL of them!? This is going to be a long post XD

Thank you so much for sending me a question!

I couldn’t possibly do all of them, but I’ll do as many as I can think of, the mains at least, not the side characters. I’ll also link their tags in their names so you can check them out if you don’t know who they are!

Jackson Kessler: “Well someone’s cheerful…Hi.”

Armin Balan: “Hi to you as well. It’s been good; can’t complain about living. How’s your day been going?”

Ro: *snorts, is amused* “What’s up?”

Segan Wagaye: *smiles* “ ‘ello, It’s been quite alright. And yours?”

Akihiro Nakano: *chuckles* “Hey! Not bad at all. Yours?”

Paeton Delacey: “I’m still alive.”

Casey Garrett: “Hey. Been a bit busy, but good. You?”

Noam Eason: “Hi. It’s fine.”

Andréia Romão: “Hey love, it’s okay. How are you?”

Ezra Arrington: “Hi! It’s going great; the weather today is perfect! How is your day going?”

Nixon Perry: “Hi. It’s been productive, to say the least.”

Constantine Abdel: “ ‘eyy. Not bad, not bad. How’s it goin’”

Arian Broderick: “It’s good. Yours?”

Giara Dallas: “Hi, babe. It’s going well. What about yours?”

Adelius Heaton: “Hello, Hello. My day’s been nice, actually.”

“–shut up, your thighs are amazing. And if someone else told you they weren’t, they were missing out.”

Noam scowled at him for a bit, before averting her gaze as a small smile crept onto her face.

“So,” he continued, “Are you coming to Christmas? This is your official invitation.”

“Your entire family is going to be there.”

“Yeah, and…?”

“How many girls have you brought home for Christmas? We can’t just walk in like, ‘hey everyone I’ve only brought one person home for the holidays before, but this isn’t like that. This is Noam; she’s my friend.’”

He pulled her closer to him, their faces a few inches apart. “What title would you prefer?”

“…”

Casey invited Noam to his studio’s Christmas party–they’re just friends.

“You ever watch the stars like this?”

“…No, I can’t say I’ve ever watched stars in the middle of a campsite from the back of a pick up truck.”

“There’s something about the stars out here, it just…feels different, ya know?”

"We haven't talked much...since the hospital."

"No..."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine; getting better. I should be as good as I'll ever be in the next few weeks."

"How are you really?"

Noam sighed. "This was the most sudden it's ever been...and the worst in a long time. I'm used to sudden flares of pain and twitches here and there, but this--Gah! It's like I was back to being sixteen, when one fucking subtle movement would have me back, under the knife. It was stress this time? I know I'll be back to normal, my version of it anyway, but..."

"You can't help but feel frustrated?"