May 21 20:16:22 <Antichthon>	It was Saturday, and Cass was catching up on some much-needed sleep. God, this last week had just been the worst. They were on their back, asleep and askew on their bed, naked, pillow between their legs and sheets tied up in knots. How could someone who could move so little get into such a mess? Well, they somehow managed it. Their head was off the edge of the bed and they were snoring loudly.
May 21 20:19:49 <Knave>	Through their adjoining bathroom, Callum enters in pyjama bottoms, with the practised quiet of the large, clumsy boy. On seeing Cass still asleep, he briefly considers heading back to his own room, then steps forward to at least put them in some order. Having their head off the bed can't be comfortable. Gently and easily, Callum places Cass into a less ridiculous position then decides, since he's already here, to cuddle them until they awake.
May 21 20:26:51 <Antichthon>	Well, it was comfortable enough for Cass. Mostly because it was reminiscent of some very happy times with Callum. They didn't stir when Callum reordered them, but at least they weren't snoring as loudly anymore. And it would be another two hours before they woke up, stretched, yawned, grinned. "Morning Manmeat," they said in their pathetic little natural voice. There was a faint electronic whine as their voice synthesizer came online. "Always nice to see your fine bod." Sexy rough-and-tumble girl voice. She was a 'she' today.
May 21 20:29:05 <Knave>	Callum answers with a kiss - sweet, but forceful enough to be to Cass' liking. "Likewise, sugar." He smiles dopily, "You know, you're real cute when you're asleep."
May 21 20:31:01 <Antichthon>	"Aren't I cute no matter what?" Cass' grin widened. "Though I think we're both biased." Her metal shoulder spat out a vial. The ever dutiful sentinel, Hex handed Callum a replacement to put in.
May 21 20:34:00 <Knave>	Very much a bird of the machine's feather, Callum takes the vial, replaces it methodically, and hands the empty off to Hex. He runs a gentle finger along the edge of the implant, "The cutest."
May 21 20:35:22 <Antichthon>	Cass nuzzled against the hand. "I swear, you're the only thing that makes this place bearable. Don't ever go anywhere." Another stretch, another yawn. "Want to help me get dressed?"
May 21 20:37:24 <Knave>	"Mmhhm," Comes the light moan from his throat as he considers it, then he rolls Cass closer along his arm and smirks down at her, "Does that mean you'll stop being naked?"
May 21 20:38:00 <Antichthon>	"Nah. I'll still be naked under the clothes." Innocent smile.
May 21 20:39:51 <Knave>	"Can't argue with that logic." Callum grins, unfailingly amused by Cass' wit. He pulls himself up off the bed and straightens himself up to better look the part of a servant, "And what will Miss be wearing today?"
May 21 20:43:23 <Antichthon>	"Why don't you pick? I love the idea of wearing the outfit you choose for me. Your property and all that." A shiver went throug her body, because that really was exciting. She pointed to the massive dresser that took up the entirety of one wall. "Go wild. Just don't put me in something that'll get me in trouble when we go out in public. Or do," she shrugged. "Not that I can stop you, right~?" And the dresser really was well-stocked. Why, it probably had whatever one could imagine! Convenient, right?
May 21 20:48:38 <Knave>	"Huh." Says Callum as he opens the dresser. Cass will have noticed by now that Callum himself owns about five plain t-shirts and an indeterminate amount of flannel. "You have a lot of clothes." After some deliberation, he pulls out a short white dress that he seems pleased with, because there are calendars that are less predictable than him.
May 21 20:50:23 <Antichthon>	Cass squealed and put her hands to her reddened cheeks, clearly hamming it up a little. "Aaah, you're going to make me look so girly!" Giggle.
May 21 20:51:51 <Knave>	He smiles brightly, then steps over to her, bending over to kiss her cheek gently, "I take it you'll need my help getting into it?"
May 21 20:54:06 <Antichthon>	"Normally Hex helps me, but I figured you might enjoy dressing my helpless ass." Grin. "One question, though: Panties or no panties?"
May 21 20:56:23 <Knave>	"Frankly I'd feel like I'd cheated you if you gave me the opportunity to decide how you dressed and I let you wear underwear." He says as he gently goes about positioning Cass, pulling up her arms and slipping the dress on over her head.
May 21 20:58:41 <Antichthon>	"Whoop!" Cass said as she was pulled into a sitting position. She helped where she could, she could hold her arms up at least! "I was hoping you'd say that, dearest. I better be careful if I go out in my chair though." She cackled. "Skirt's short enough I could give people quite a show."
May 21 20:59:13 <Antichthon>	"By the way, party tonight. Interested?"
May 21 21:03:00 <Knave>	"I'd be delighted." He kisses her cheek again, then straightens up, "I like when you call me dearest, by the way. Not done yet, though." He disappears into the bathroom, then returns with a flannel shirt and a smile on his face. A sleeve in each arm, he loops it over her head and ties the sleeves together tight around her waist, the knot on her left side. He scoops her up so the huge shirt, which easily comes around her whole frame, falls down around her knees like an open skirt.
May 21 21:03:08 <Knave>	He seems very pleased with himself.
May 21 21:11:59 <Antichthon>	"I'll make a note of that then, dearest~. Though I'm rather partial to "dude" myself. So personal, amirite?" She raised a brow as he put her in the shirt-skirt, clearly amused. "White dress, flannel shirtskirt. Your sense of fashion is boundless." Despite the teasing, she happily regarded herself. "I like it! And easy access to fun times, before, after or during the party. Look at you, thinking ahead."
May 21 21:14:13 <Knave>	He blushes slightly, "I just thought it'd be cute." He rubs the back of his head, "I've been wanting to give you something of mine, but if you wore my shirt like a shirt... Y'know. It'd be big." He finishes lamely. Look at him, he's all bashful.
May 21 21:18:28 <Antichthon>	"Awww," Cass said. "Aren't you the sweetest?" and she was only half playing it up because that really was rather sweet. "And it is cute," Patpat. "Also, one-eighty ere, but is it just me or am I slowly losing my accent?"
May 21 21:20:09 <Knave>	"I don't know." Callum says, not prepared for this pop-quiz, "You use half a dozen voices. I can't really tell."
May 21 21:22:33 <Antichthon>	"Yeah, but I've always tried to keep up the mild Australian accent." Cass frowned. "I'm not sure if I like this. Let me fix this." She cleared her throat. "Crikey mate, that drongo's gonna chunder!"
May 21 21:23:55 <Knave>	Callum's face scrunches in the difficulty of translation. After a short while, he asks, "Drongo means, like, idiot, right?"
May 21 21:25:57 <Antichthon>	"Pretty much, yeah. Though only Zita is worthy of the title in an unironic sense, in my opinion." Lopsided grin. "Now it's...wow. Almost three. I really did need to catch up on my sleep. What do you want to do until the party?"
May 21 21:29:11 <Knave>	"Well," Callum says, sitting beside Cass and wrapping an arm around her waist, "We could talk. Maybe /not/ set about each other like a pair of spring rabbits. What do you think?"
May 21 21:32:42 <Antichthon>	Cass leaned into him. "Yeah. The spirit is willing, but the body is tiny, frail and still exhausted from our last fuckfest. Honestly could do with a little talking. Guess we do have plenty to talk about." Frown. "Did you read what that fucking asshole Dujima published in the paper? Who the fuck does that?"
May 21 21:36:50 <Knave>	"The paper's been... interesting, overall." Callum says diplomatically, "It's like nobody writing it is talking to anyone else." A light grunt, "Maybe I should have a talk with this Dujima guy."
May 21 21:44:19 <Antichthon>	"You ain't a brute, Callum. Frankly considering the situation, the smartest course of action is to remain the nicest guy possible. So, you know. Be yourself. Beating the shit out of Dujima would just destroy our best chip in this game, that being you're way too decent of a person to have done any of the things you're being accused of."
May 21 21:44:27 <Antichthon>	"I'd watch, though. And I'd enjoy it immensely."
May 21 21:47:49 <Knave>	"He shouldn't get to just print stuff like that about you." He says petulantly, drooping a little. The corner of his mouth wrinkles in the way it does when thoughts collide in his head and he can't find words.
May 21 21:52:19 <Antichthon>	"Yeah, but you know confronting him isn't the smart thing to do. You' aren't stupid. ...Well. You aren't //that// stupid." nudge, grin. "Really wish they'd keep my family out of it, though. I mean, someones been doing their fucking research and doing their damnedest to seed it in the rumor mill. I mean, attacking Dad's alcoholism is bad enough, but bringing in the terrible shit o-Dad had to deal with? That's beyond low."
May 21 21:58:33 <Knave>	Callum's fingers tighten on Cass' waist, then loosen as he sighs. "What do we do, Cass? I feel like it's just us all on our own in this place. What /can/ we do?"
May 21 22:00:19 <Antichthon>	"Be patient, keep doing what we're doing. We'll win."
May 21 22:01:59 <Knave>	He exhales through his nose, "You're right." He kisses her forehead and gives a weak smile, "Thank you for always being right."
May 21 22:06:02 <Antichthon>	Cass shrugged. "It's a gift, and a curse. ...Nah, who the fuck am I kidding, it's just a gift. Brains fo' days, yo." More Cassgrins. "Hey, how about we go actually do something in town, then crash the Christmas party?"
May 21 22:08:18 <Knave>	"Sounds like a plan." He smiles, then pulls away and looks down at his bare chest and plaid pyjama pants, "Should I change, or is this fine?"
May 21 22:12:56 <Antichthon>	"Eh, think it's supposed to be more of a formal thing. I mean, I'm wearing this elegant outfit, after all." She tossed her hair and did her best impression of a model. "Put on something that really shows off those massive muscles, though. I want everyone to know my boyfriend could bench press a steamroller. Fuck, I love how strong you are."
May 21 22:18:16 <Knave>	He circles around her to kiss her as he's getting up. "Be right back." He heads back through the bathroom and returns shortly in a white button-up and black slacks - per Cass's request, the sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to his elbow, meaning that his forearms are on display and the sleeves are pulled pretty tight around his biceps. Self-consciously, he bobs his head a little as he asks, "Do you have a tie or something I could borrow?"
May 21 22:23:24 <Antichthon>	If Cass was strong enough she'd have held that kiss and hung onto his neck even as he rose. But of course she wasn't strong enough. She could barely lift her own fucking arms above her head. She watched him go with a longing look, as if he was never coming back, and when he did come back, She was nothing short of delighted. Yes, it was true, she loved this dorky superboy. "Pffft. Why would I have a tie?" she said as Hex retrieved one of her ties and got to work putting it on Callum. "You look like the best man at a wedding who got into a brawl. I love it."
May 21 22:27:34 <Knave>	The little smile that lights up his face at the thought of looking even remotely like the kind of bad-boy who'd get into a brawl just serves to highlight that he's anything but. "Glad you like it." He smiles, then gives Hex a little "Thank you." He scoops Cass up gently in a bridal carry, "Now, where to, sugar?"
May 21 22:32:25 <Antichthon>	"Hell, wherever you want." She pointed out. "Onward, my trusty steed! Today I ride you, tomorrow you ride me!" Wink.
May 21 22:33:59 <Knave>	"Sounds like a deal." He grins, then kisses Cass until she pulls away. Yes, he's willing to wait that long.
May 21 22:37:20 <Antichthon>	And Cass really mashed faces. Tongue and everything. She didn't pull away until she had to come up for air, "Just so you know," she gasped, "I just said that for effect. I plan on you having me tonight. For now, let's go."
May 21 22:41:36 <Knave>	Callum just smiles, because Cass is impossible to keep up with. He pulls her up closer to him without effort, then chuckles, "Why do I get the feeling you'd like to have a saddle for me?" as he takes her out.
May 21 22:43:20 <Antichthon>	-Scene Break-