#caustic-c

[solum-detective]

"Excuse me?"

[beyondthebackup]

<Text>: I regret to inform you that until you finally send reciprocal nudes, A has the prettier phallus by default.

[Txt @a-for-alternative] [Attachment: C's text] So how's it feel, being the house whore?

[Txt @caustic-c] I'm not easy like you. I already told you to do better.

[jam-knife]

"I'm dying to know... have you ever made him cry just to feel something~?" C's eyes rest on him, wide and waiting, distantly reminiscent of the empty fascination L might have fixed a particularly bewildering inquiry with. But, Chase's eyes are electric blue and quietly alive like a snake. "I wonder if it's natural to crave the thrill of that peculiar tension. You know, we're quite alike, you and I. Our self-distructive 'best friends' being what they were. It was nothing for me to find X in a dismal state several nights a week. And I, would have to keep his secret, it was a delicate existence. X was a rollercoaster, my little tornado of trouble~ I think a part of him reveled in my distress, it made him feel loved, but it was mutual. Sort of. Sometimes... I would provoke him because it felt good, he was more appealing when he was a wreck. Do you understand that feeling? .. maybe you won't answer, maybe it is a little too... intimate~"

B’s breathing was slow -careful- as he kept his eyes fixed on C’s. Crimson against blue, and a spark of something vaguely unsettling charging the space in between. Deep in thought, his fingers drummed rythmically for a moment on the table as he pondered C’s words and his potential answer.

A part of him just wanted to blurt out ‘if you’re really dying to know then don’t let me stop you’. He knew that, leaving L, himself, and possibly A aside, C was about the most dangerous person in Wammy’s House to give information to. He also knew that C always had some shady way of getting what he wants without really waiting for your consent.

“I do... understand the feeling. Though whether it’s a natural thing to crave or not is beyond my reliable judgment.” B answered as honestly as he would allow himself, albeit with a side of wry amusement. Back in the day, he had done much worse than bring someone to tears, and out of boredom alone. He was clearly no parameter for anything ‘natural’.

A rather bold question manifested in B’s mind, and he wasn’t going to voice it but... fuck it. Why not. It’s not like he cared about provoking C.

“Do you ever wonder if X hated you because of it? Or maybe you knew it. Did he ever look you in the eye and tell you he hated your guts, and actually meant it? What if, one day, he up and told you he’d had it with you?”

[faultycode]

@caustic-c​; continued from X;;

          “Right--- anyone ever tell you, you’re really creepy? Like, on a atomic level...” He took a step back from the other, though did his best to appear unfazed. “I can’t, for the life of me, understand why my sister likes you so much. You just--- You gotta chill, man.”

[nearwillwearadress]

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[rebiirthday-a]

Continued | x | @caustic-c

[Text Batshitbumerang] : Ilook iutside your window. Is there a man out there?

[Text]: I made you a grunder, got you a valid date, u welcum

[RE: Chase Christinel]  ⏤⏤⏤ What the fuck.                                         ⏤⏤⏤ No, seriously. What the fuck?                                         ⏤⏤⏤ Tell him to go away??

[a-for-alternative]

Carolina blues rested at the level of the window seal as a straight laced first successor crossed the dewy lawn surreptitiously. His white sneakers fading into the humid haze of ankle deep fog, he only thought noone knew. C rose, leaning out the second story window and whistled into the empty air. Upon capturing the boys attention, he lifted his shirt and revealed a large pink heart painted over his abdomin behind red letters of "You'll Do ;)".

  Alternative couldn’t retain the pure shock in his expression, his mouth hung agape with a mute defiled, horror.

  Taking a single step back into the weeds, he made the sign of the cross, never breaking the uncomfortable eye contact, before turning away with a sudden haste into the dim-lit fog.

Ask yourself C, what would Jesus do? Not this…

[the-wonderland-jinx]

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@caustic-c; send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…;;

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || ( Alright ) || ( Attractive ) || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning 

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || ( No ) || ( Maybe ) || ( Eh….Sure? ) || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || ( Not Really ) || ( Kind of/to an extent ) || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || ( Kind of/ like I’d get revenge for him if he died, but I could also see us in a fight to the death ) || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: ( Not Enough Alcohol in the World/ pretty sure I’d be murdered in my sleep & told it was poetic…  ) || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Them: Keep a Distance || ( Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me ) || ( Let’s Get Coffee and Talk ) || Let’s Cuddle || ( I Can Change In Front of You/ really not all that shy about that ) || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || ( A Friend? depends on the day, my mood, & if idiot 2 & 3 have pissed me off enough ) || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life