#cassidy.

if you’re hearing SUMMER CHILD by CONAN GRAY playing, you have to know CASSIDY SYDNEY (she/they; enby) is near by! the 26 year old STUDENT/PIANO TEACHER has been in denver for, like, 10 YEARS. they’re known to be quite TIMID, but being EMPATHETIC seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble JESSIE MEI LI. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those FINGERS FLYING ACROSS PIANA KEYS, FLOWERS WOVEN INTO BRAIDS, SUMMER DRESSES AND COMBAT BOOTS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough!

Min sibling time had been a staple of the Min household for as long as Cassidy could remember. It had started as a way to draw a young Cassidy out of their shell, but had steadily become one of the things she most looked forward to throughout the week. It wasn’t as if Cass didn’t see her older brother on a frequent basis — they lived in the same house, after all —but the time that was specifically devoted to them just hanging out was special. Not that she’d ever say that to him. Toby would never let them live it down if Cass even hinted at the fact that her brother was the most important person in their life.

“Hey Toad,” Cassidy greeted as they plopped on to the couch. She leaned over and flicked him in the center of his forehead. “No offense to your cooking skills, but I ordered pizza. And it’s my turn to choose the movie, so we’re watching Insidious. You’re welcome.”

“Ever think about being a ghost,” Cassidy asked. She’d been quiet for a few moments before speaking the words that could only be considered random. Truth be told, she’d considered them frequently over the years. Cassidy’s interests had always moved towards the morbid, but she hid it well under a ready smile and childish humor. Every now and then, though, the morbidity peaked out. “I mean, operating under the assumption that ghosts exist -- it’s worth thinking about, right? Who wants to hang around as a whiny ghost? But I also don’t want to stick around as a wraith. So I guess the only option is to go peacefully in your sleep, but since there’s literally no way to prove it’s actually peaceful, I can’t get on board with that.” Cassidy paused, coughed out a laugh when they realized just how far her thoughts had spiraled. “Anyway, how are you?”

“𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛” 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚜.

It was only a matter of time before they ran into one another. Denver was big but it wasn't that big, and Cassidy had been stewing in anticipation. So, it shouldn't have come as a surprise when they finally ran into her ex. "Ronnie," Cassidy greeted, stomach twisting at the sight of Veronica. "I mean, Veronica." The nickname had fallen naturally from their lips, a byproduct of all of the time they'd spent together, but that familiarity had ended with their relationship. "How are you?"