#simplyprofessional

[sodoffyabuggers]

Enigma kicks in the door, looking murderpus, and grabs Worth by the lapels. She looks about to punch him, but pauses. She looks into his eyes, considers what he says, then shoves him away. She glances at Matthew, considers him, then stomps out without a word.

[maybejustaweebit]

Millie and Cas (her sire)

Name: Something obnoxiously long and Italian. Millie would come up with a far better nickname that everyone would use because fuck you Cas your names are stupid you're not allowed to make decisions

Gender: Girl maybe?

General Appearance: Skintone somewhere between the two, crazy big red eyes, Cas' big nose, dark hair. Would end up rather tall.

Personality: SMARMY LITTLE SHIT. Knows that they're better than you and willing to prove it at every occasion. Has enough decency to at least act polite and civil so long as they feel it's useful, but heaven help the person who pisses them off.

Special Talents: Fluent in Italian, musically talented

Who they like better: Cas

Who they take after more: Mix of them both

Personal Head canon: Cas not only lets them get away with things, he actively tells them the opposite of what Millie wants to piss them off.

[sodoffyabuggers]

simplyprofessional replied to your post: (())

((I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU))

((

))

[sodoffyabuggers]

simplyprofessional replied to your post: *knocks* Hack. Is this your camera?

She promptly swung a mean left hook to his jaw.

Shi- 

*he didn't even have time to get it all out before her fist connected and his head rocked to the side. And *that's* when his brain finally cooperated and sent out the signal in large, neon letters: ENIGMA KNOWS ABOUT THE PICTURES. YOUR SHIT IS RUINED*

[sodoffyabuggers]

*knocks* Hack. Is this your camera?

*there's something to be said for selective memory. Worth had remembered the camera existed, he remembered that he'd taken pictures of Matthew in compromising positions with it, but his brain hadn't taken the extra two jumps to remember the fact that anything Matthew got, Enigma would get too. 

Maybe it was some self destructive impulse that kept him blissfully ignorant of the fact that Enigma probably wouldn't like what was on there. It was most likely that, self destruction ruled so much of his life as it was. But he opened that door with no other thought than "eugh, Enigma" and "hey, my camera."

He leaned against the doorframe and gave her a little smirk, that probably did nothing for how she viewed him right now*

Yuh, it's mine. Where's Matt? Chained up at home?