&& STRENGTH.

caspian quinn. 18. son of the god of fire and blacksmithery.

[pyrosvestisarchive]

@vxnquishedfxrge: Cas, you are not stealing the furball.

@pyrosvestis: @vxnquishedfxrge ;A;

[pyrosvestisarchive]

@pyrosvestis: THERES A CAT NAMED AFTER ME :D

[thexbeexgirl-archive]

“I broke the alarm clock, again.”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Again? Don’t worry, I can get you a new one. No problem”

[xswanofdeathx-archive]

“Don’t poison yourself.” There was a short pause. “So, is there some for me?”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“I’ll do my best. For you? ‘Course not. I made just enough specifically to where you couldn’t have any.” He said with a grin, sliding her a plate.

[raviravioli-archive-blog]

“C’moon, Cas, it’s just - fine. I’m blushing. Whatever. This is dumb, I’m allowed to be excited, right?”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Of course! Just know I’ll fuck ‘em up if he tries anything.” He said, joking shoving her shoulder lightly.

[drcamingmaryarchive-blog]

“Um. No. I need…more bullets. For my scythe gun. Please.”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Scythe gun? Oh yeah gotcha, I remember that. I think I can do that. You got one I can look at to replicate?”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Sorry, ya need me? Anythin’ broken?”

[elifromdetroit-blog]

“–I mean… I can play guitar ‘nd all… I’m not nearly as good as some of my siblings. But at least I’m better at this than healing, so..”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Better than me. I can play harmonica, but that’s about it.”

[cfjvde]

That was…well, it wasn’t bad, it…okay, I fucking suck at sugarcoating. That was bad. Really bad. Try it again.

[pyrosvestisarchive]

Caspain raised an eyebrow and laughed, swinging his sword. “Better hope that was sarcastic.”

[flynn-castor-blog]

“Hmmm…”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Not sure this is the best place to get so deep in thought.”

[raviravioli-archive-blog]

“…What? C’mon, stop looking at me like that! I’m not blushing! I’m not!”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Not blushin? You need a new definition of the word blush sweetheart.”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Okay, cool. Can I use your kettle, though? Gotta attempt to make a bottle.”

“Go for it, back left burner.” Caspian said, sticking a piece of bacon in between his teeth.

[raviravioli-archive-blog]

“She’d love you automatically. My mom loves most people, but especially people who will coupon with her.

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Can already tell we’d be best friends.”

[raviravioli-archive-blog]

“We always got a lot of coupons for McDonalds? Like a weird amount of coupons. I think my mom is apart of the mob. The coupon mob.”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Coupon mob? Okay no but, sign me up. Sorta kinda obsessed with couponing.”

[raviravioli-archive-blog]

“Look at you, Mr. Practicality. I lived moved on instant noodles that I shared with other girls in the boxing ring and then me and my mom would get a frick ton of McDonald’s burgers when I was knocked out of the competition.”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Sounds good to me, though I’ve always been more of a Burger King man myself.”

[raviravioli-archive-blog]

“…Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Um. I should…probably apologize to my mom for ruining plates? And setting off the fire alarm. Though, yes, hot pockets are the best.”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Might be a smart idea. Hot pockets are what kept me alive workin’ at the car shop. They had a freezer and a microwave and that’s it. Practically perfect.”

[raviravioli-archive-blog]

“Yessss, you’re my favorite…yeah, no, mom and babysitters cooked for me. I can use the microwave, I just…overestimate how much time things need? It’s just weird to me that chicken can be fully cooked in 2 and a half minutes or whatever.”

[pyrosvestisarchive]

“Usually it comes pre-cooked, just takes a bit to actually reheat the chicken. Try hot pockets, sure they are like the worst things for you, but 2 ans a half minutes and you basically got a meal.”