( Collette frowns, hoping Caesar doesn't see with where he is right now. )
He knocked you down?
( Not disbelieving: digesting. It means her answer to Caesar's question, rhetorical or otherwise, goes a beat longer than usual before she answers. Part of that is in parsing his obvious irritation.
Most people are rightfully irritated with Xerxes Break. )
No, not always, not like that. But... Sometimes. ( She says. ) When he first heard me talking with Jack, he got like that. Before he ran off with Gilbert to the Outlands.
( She leans back, into her built up pillows, and this time really does tug-drag Caesar along. )
And kept telling me to shut up. Can you imagine that? He really doesn't know me well enough to be so judging.
[ Because Caesar? Shutting up? When it isn't vitally important to? That's laughable.
Then he finds himself leaned back with her against pillows. That's going to throw a wrench in his hope of getting back to the Hold, considering how comfortable it is. ]
( No, but Break may or may not know more about Caesar than Caesar believes. It's one of those things she wonders on, how much attention to every element Break pays. More than he lets on, she suspects, but how much more? )
The worst he's ever done is toss Emily at me.
( And it really is; Break's never injured her, and when she'd been scared by his anger, it'd been focused on Jack. She'd timed herself away then, couldn't regret doing so now. Collette preferred his awkward almost-hugs, or actual hugs, or even the way he couldn't seem to learn not to lick other people's fingers when they're slipping him pastries at parties. )
So unless you've got a thing against dolls being tossed around...
( She teases, laughing lightly. ) I've been fine. If anything, I think he gets overprotective, when he's not sulking or getting into mischief. His priority is with Gil and Oz, and probably himself.
( Collette makes no bones about being glad Caesar hasn't up and left yet. It's nicer to rest with him being here. )
'slong as I don't get between him and those things, it should be okay.
[ Depending on the outcome of her laughing it off to Break's face, anyway, but if the worst he's done is throw toys around, that's something Caesar can let slide. There's no harm there. ]
Though if he ever does, you should consider moving in with someone else. I'm sure there'd be space somewhere, with someone a little less insane.
( She snorts again, a prelude to the quiet laughter of someone who doesn't quite manage to make it more than a change in breathing. With where he is, he can likely feel her chest moving. )
Caesar, go to sleep.
( It's like a celebration, as far as she's concerned. )
[ It was always him telling her to go to sleep before, but really, he'll let it slide. It's an idea he'll never turn down, going to sleep. So much for getting back to work, but...!
No matter.
He'll drapes his other arm over her, lacking anywhere else to put it besides leaving it awkwardly on his side, and closes his eyes, waiting for the sound of quiet breathing to lull him to sleep. ]
Had to borrow something. You had the worry part all covered on your own.
( Another almost laugh. She likes the weight of his arm across her, not bothering to stifle the yawn that comes over her.
It takes her a little to figure out that he's not quite sleeping yet, waiting on something from her. Takes her a bleary moment longer to realize it's more like when she'd been refusing to rest. She sets her breathing into a pattern to mimic sleep, something she's perfected since her earliest years, but it's a little too effective today. Before long, the pretense of slumber is indeed slumber itself.
Sweet dreams, kids. You deserve a few of them before the rest of everything hits the fan. )
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[ It's not really a big fear he has, to be honest! Still, that guy... He isn't interested in another run-in so soon. ]
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( She asks, intending for it to be more of a joke. Her next question is not. )
What exactly did Break do?
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[ It's annoying just recalling it and some of that leaks into his tone, not caring at all to be more guarded about his dislike of that man. ]
Is he always like that?
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He knocked you down?
( Not disbelieving: digesting. It means her answer to Caesar's question, rhetorical or otherwise, goes a beat longer than usual before she answers. Part of that is in parsing his obvious irritation.
Most people are rightfully irritated with Xerxes Break. )
No, not always, not like that. But... Sometimes. ( She says. ) When he first heard me talking with Jack, he got like that. Before he ran off with Gilbert to the Outlands.
( She leans back, into her built up pillows, and this time really does tug-drag Caesar along. )
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[ Because Caesar? Shutting up? When it isn't vitally important to? That's laughable.
Then he finds himself leaned back with her against pillows. That's going to throw a wrench in his hope of getting back to the Hold, considering how comfortable it is. ]
He's never hurt you, has he?
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The worst he's ever done is toss Emily at me.
( And it really is; Break's never injured her, and when she'd been scared by his anger, it'd been focused on Jack. She'd timed herself away then, couldn't regret doing so now. Collette preferred his awkward almost-hugs, or actual hugs, or even the way he couldn't seem to learn not to lick other people's fingers when they're slipping him pastries at parties. )
So unless you've got a thing against dolls being tossed around...
( She teases, laughing lightly. ) I've been fine. If anything, I think he gets overprotective, when he's not sulking or getting into mischief. His priority is with Gil and Oz, and probably himself.
( Collette makes no bones about being glad Caesar hasn't up and left yet. It's nicer to rest with him being here. )
'slong as I don't get between him and those things, it should be okay.
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[ Depending on the outcome of her laughing it off to Break's face, anyway, but if the worst he's done is throw toys around, that's something Caesar can let slide. There's no harm there. ]
Though if he ever does, you should consider moving in with someone else. I'm sure there'd be space somewhere, with someone a little less insane.
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[ Seriously. This place must have some sane people around! ]
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( Her rich amusement at that is delivered as she turns her head toward him. Dummy. )
'sides, Dean's gone.
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[ He makes a face at the very mention of 'Dean', the sort that gets across 'oh, that asshole', but if he's gone...! ]
Good. Someone should celebrate that.
[ Today must be Caesar is Tired and Grouchy and Hating Everyone day. ]
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Caesar, go to sleep.
( It's like a celebration, as far as she's concerned. )
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[ It was always him telling her to go to sleep before, but really, he'll let it slide. It's an idea he'll never turn down, going to sleep. So much for getting back to work, but...!
No matter.
He'll drapes his other arm over her, lacking anywhere else to put it besides leaving it awkwardly on his side, and closes his eyes, waiting for the sound of quiet breathing to lull him to sleep. ]
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( Another almost laugh. She likes the weight of his arm across her, not bothering to stifle the yawn that comes over her.
It takes her a little to figure out that he's not quite sleeping yet, waiting on something from her. Takes her a bleary moment longer to realize it's more like when she'd been refusing to rest. She sets her breathing into a pattern to mimic sleep, something she's perfected since her earliest years, but it's a little too effective today. Before long, the pretense of slumber is indeed slumber itself.
Sweet dreams, kids. You deserve a few of them before the rest of everything hits the fan. )