@not-another-parable // X
cas has been lingering by the doorway, just... watching her. there's something utterly unreadable to his blank white gaze-- then she mentions her 'darling dearest', and he pulls such a face that it shatters the moment entirely.
he'd suspected somehow that this might be where the conversation would head- largely because he knows full well that if you gathered all the occupants of the office into one room, closed your eyes, span around a bit, and pointed your finger at a random person, chances are that they would wind up being someone rex had pursued at least some kind of romantic relationship with.
chances are that person would not be particularly ‘wonderful’, either.
but if he knows one thing about mary, it's that she knows that.
> what a shame. me, yknow, now, i might bite.
he volunteers instead, and, with that (and the knowledge there was no such thing as ‘undercooked’, when it came to his tastes), cas approaches the desk. his own footsteps are silent, utterly so, and though he seems causal enough about the action, he's making no effort to hide the fact he's balancing on the balls of his feet like a rabbit about to run.
but he sits- quite dutifully- on his allocated seat, and after a second or two, pulls a cookie from the plate.
> i hope that was okay to do. i mean, i'm taking it that this isn't exactly a decorative platter of baked goods.
> then again, i have run into weirder concepts. like some of the people your darling dearest surrounds himself with.
> who, for what it's worth, you don't have to be polite about in here. i promise.
