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Cas
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Date Posted: 17:48:09 05/15/02 Wed
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Eremis
's message, "From laughter to depression" on 16:50:32 05/15/02 Wed
Cas breathed a silent sigh of relief when Eremis didn’t put up a fight about going back inside. He had to keep both hands clamped down on the healer’s sweaty shoulders as he walked him over the plank, soft curses tumbling out of his mouth every time his friend wobbled a bit too much. Fortunately, Eremis only needed a slight push to get over the windowsill, then Cas crawled in nimbly after him.
His own eyes were still a bit blurry as he watched the healer stumble toward the bed before falling back exhausted against the mattress. Cas frowned at him when he mumbled something about it always having to be about money with him. He didn’t think that was really all that true. Well…he scowled, for once feeling a bit irritated with himself. Yeah, so he needed money to survive, and that happened to make it a big priority for him. So what? Wasn’t nothing to be ashamed of, at least not in his book.
“Hey you, lady,” he said, glancing up at Kisa, “You can crash on the couch if you like, or else lock the door on your way out. ‘S up to you.”
He grabbed a fruit from the table to munch on since he was kinda thirsty and didn’t feel like making java—nor did he think it’d be a good idea to finish off that other wine bottle. He was already pretty sure he’d have a headache just from the few glasses he’d already had. So sue him if he couldn’t afford to indulge in mass quantities of liquor on a regular basis, at least not enough to make him immune to the stuff. Sheesh, there was that damn raking money issue again! Eremis HAD to be living in a la-la land to remain so fucking naïve!
Cas sighed and rubbed his eyes, yawning a couple times as he too stumbled toward the bed. He wasn’t really mad at Eremis for saying that about him. Actually, it really just kinda hurt his feelings somewhat. Here he was, pretty much quitting his old jobs and taking on a new, more dangerous one, just so he could room with his new friend. If it really were ALL about the money, Cas would never have wasted it on this stupid apartment in the first place! He could have saved hundreds by just renting a bed at one of the large rooms other street rats and beggars slept in.
As if he knew he were thinking about him, Eremis turned and looked up at him as he moved to sit down on the bed beside him. “I bet you're pissed at me for taking the day off tomorrow,” he said, frowning, “because of all the money I'll be missing out on, right? Since I know where Belald lives I guess I can pay him a visit and charge him a bundle to let him fuck me at his house if that'll make you feel better.”
Instead of getting mad, like he thought he would, Cas’s expression only softened slightly. “Hell, I ain’t pissed at you,” he said, a crooked smile coming to his face. “And you got the day off tomorrow, so quit yacking about turning tricks for fancy-shmancy no-good bastard mercenaries while you’re on holiday, okay?”
He cocked his head, feeling a little bit better inside when the somewhat happy, relieved look washed over the healer’s face. “Hey,” he said a bit more softly, “You know you got shit all over your face, right?”
He moved closer to Eremis and, licking the tip of one finger, proceeded to rub at the dirty smudges around his eyes. The healer made a face at first, then he started laughing while trying to push the other youth’s hand away. Soon they were both laughing together, and Cas hopped off the bed to grab the wet rag from the barrel of water to do the job properly.
“I think I have an idea,” he continued, as he scooted back onto the mattress and began to clean the charcoal away from the healer’s face, “About what to do tomorrow. I heard a couple urchins today say there’s another faire in town. We can go down there, maybe get something to eat if you like. You can even do some face painting if you want to. For FREE if that makes you feel better.”
He grinned down at his friend and tossed the rag over the side of the bed. “Because, you know,” he added, moving to lie down beside him. He crossed his arms up behind his head and joined the healer in staring at the ceiling, “It ain’t all about money with me. I just wanna be friends with you Eremis, but I can’t help it if you can’t deal with that.”
He rolled over on his side, curling one arm up under his cheek, a more dreamy smile alighting on his face. “Cause I think you’re really cool, you know that? I mean I really like you. There’s something different about you that I ain’t ever seen in nobody else around here, least not as far as I can remember.”
He yawned again a couple times and then sighed. “We just gotta get you off those drugs. You hafta promise that you won’t take too much at that party tomorrow. And if any a them people does something to you that you don’t like, you just come tell me and I’ll take care of it for you, okay?”
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