“Okay, I’m gonna get a knife.“ -- @uptightscion
“El, you know I love you, but I think that’s unnecessary. It’s just a box, it can’t be that hard to open.”
She immediately regretted her words, however, as she sat down beside the box and began struggling against the packaging.
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“Watch your damn language,” Cass laughed sarcastically. She strained, pulling on the flaps. “Trust me, I think Cassius can open a simple cardboard box.” She grunted and took a deep breath. “Though I’d usually say the same about myself, too.”
He smirked, shrugging. “I get to say whatever I want to say – excuse me what?” Elliot stopped in his tracks, his hands still on the box. “Who’s Cassius?” He wasn’t one to divulge into romance, but this directly involved his family and to an extent, him.
Cass stopped. Her face flushed pink as she picked at the edge of the box. "Cassius. He's, uh... Well, he's my boyfriend." She smiled to herself. Boyfriend. It always surprised her how much she loved him, how that feeling of butterflies popped up when she remembered how lucky she was to be with him. She looked up at her brother. "He's a great guy, El. I think you'd like him."
