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[wannabepsychiatrist]

!ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ! [ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ]

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[toothingz]

Chilton had been curled up, 'just dozing', very deeply buried into his bed despite it being late afternoon, intent on waking up to make dinner but instead woken up very harshly way before that. The cause? Neighbors deciding now was the time to set off fireworks for some god awful reason, putting Frederick on a razor edge as he sat up, frazzled and nerve-wracked before he got himself under control. It took longer than he would have liked to admit, but who needed to know that. After that though, and some wrangling of sheets, he realized two things. 1, there were fireworks because it was a holiday, and 2, Casey hadn't heard anything more than a firecracker before as far as he was aware. Oh. Oh! Fuck, where was he?? How did one even calm down a shark person? Guess he was gonna find out.... "Casey-? Casey, are you alright?" Chilton called, the click of his cane against the smooth marble floors the only other sound of his coming. [ @wannabepsychiatrist ]

“Freddie…?” Frederick hears a small whimper from Casey’s current room. If he catches it, there is another whimper from the room as another firework goes off. Frederick comes in to see Casey curled up on his bed, almost defensively, his eyes focused on the windows more than anything. Casey is shaking, thinking to himself wondering what all these big noises are. His hands ball up a bit, and his first question to you is simply

“Are you ok?” Hes so scared, yet you’re his first major concern.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Hey- Hey.... It's alright, there's no danger, it's just loud-" Frederick said soothingly, padding in and going over to his bed immediately. He reached out, pausing and asking, "Can I touch you? Or would that be too much right now?" He.... didn't know how to feel about that, both very endeared and a little guilty at the question. "I'm okay, just a little startled, I promise. It's just fireworks, they can't hurt us, it's a.... celebratory thing for some people. We're safe, I swear Casey."

[toothingz]

He hesitates and nods at the question, he doesnt know how he wants to be held, but he knows he needs it. He needs to feel Frederick there, needs to know he’s there even in the dark quiet of the sparking residuum.

“Why do people celebrate with anger..?” He asks meekly, jumping at the next loud noise, and turning to hide in your arms a little. He closes his eyes reminds himself of what you just said, no danger.. safe.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Frederick leaned his cane against the dresser and sat on the bed, tugging the poor thing close and petting him as he learned previously was a good soothing tactic. Gentle fingers combed through his hair, his brows knitting in worry at the slight tremble he felt running through him. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, wondering why that was himself. "I.... don't know. It's just how they are, how they're taught I suppose," He said softly, wincing badly at the next boom of gunpowder and unneeded flame.

[toothingz]

He presses his face into your stomach, as if that’ll muffle the explosions. You feel him biting a little in the way that his jaw is moving yet you feel no pain. He is biting his lip to stifle a whimper and to calm down, which obviously doesn’t work when he jumps at another firework. The fingers combing through his hair helps just enough that he recovers slightly faster.

“Why would someone teach something so mean…” he asks, his voice shaking a little. “We cant be the only people who think its bad… right..?” The question lingers in the air for a moment before a softer firework crackles in and out of existence. This one doesn’t cause him to flinch, but instead to look out at the window curiously. Then a big pop happens and he hides again, face to your upper abdomen, whimpering softly.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Frederick couldn't help the way his mouth pulled into a taut line, body matching as he held him close, a tightly strung bow string that twanged with each disruption, as if they were a pluck of the fingers. He did try to negate it as much as he could in Casey though, cupping his jaw gently and urging him away from biting himself, worried he'd start bleeding. "Because it's not seen as mean," He said quietly, a little sadly, wishing he could smooth that tremble like he could a wrinkle in a tablecloth. He couldn't, but he still tried, long fingers running through his hair and over his back, where a fin would be if he were where he actually belonged. "We're not, but the ones who do aren't heard. It's taught and ingrained so deeply that stopping such things would cause... outrage, to say it lightly. Nobody would listen." They never do.

[toothingz]

He doesn’t stop biting his lips, as it’s his way of soothing himself, or at least trying to. He does at least press his face into your hand, rubbing his rough cheek against your palm. This seems to calm him a bit, but not before he winces and licks his lip a bit, tasting the blood from his mouth.

His back straightens a bit as you rub where his fin would be, clearly enjoying the feeling a bit, distracting him from his bitten lip. “People should have an area meant just for loud noises..” he murmurs as he rubs his lip a bit, smearing some of the blood. As yes got his hand on his lip a big firework pops, and crackles out of existence, which causes him to hide in your chest, shaking again.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton continued petting him with a soft sigh, brows furrowing even farther at the wince. "Casey?" He questioned quietly, tone so gentle despite the pops and crackles outside. So he did have the ability to be nice, he just didn't use it, huh. "Be careful.... I know you're anxious...." "That would be a really nice solution," He agreed, shivering at the next firework, this whole thing neverending it seemed. Frederick hugged him close, running a hand through his hair distractingly. He knew he had sound proof headphones in his home office, but he wasn't all that certain he could detangle long enough to grab them and get him settled enough to use them. Still.... worth a shot? "Hey..... I need to grab something really quickly, it'll help you a lot, will you let me up for just a second? Just a minute, and then I'll be back, I promise-"

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Out of curiosity, caspian lets a fire cracker go off right next to Frederick

-🌊

Frederick startled badly, with a yelp like a dog's, having been absorbed in paperwork and not noticing the other come in and set off the firework, heart jumping to his throat and choking him. He looked, with wild eyes, over at Caspian, then to where the firecracker had been, thankfully put out for the moment. "Wha-?"

[toothingz]

After a cruel chuckle caspian walks out as Casey comes over to the noise curious about what it was.

“Who was that? What was that sound-” then Casey looks at you, I mean really looks at you. And he comes a little closer, with his head tilted, trying to make himself smaller for you. “Are you ok..?”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton glared at Caspian before rubbing his face and burying it into his hands, trying to will away the fear that thumped through his chest. He did horribly around loud sounds, especially anything like a gunshot, his eye and his cheek aching in remembrance. Casey startled him a bit, earning spooked eyes before he tried to force himself to relax and talk. And yet nothing came out. He just shook his head wordlessly, propping his elbows on his desk and hiding his face into his hands again, a heavy silence falling over him.

[toothingz]

He feels so sad for chilton, the usually confident and asshole-ish man, now looking at him all spooked. He hums before he walks over and kneels next to chilton, whispering to him “can I help…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He side eyed Casey for a long moment, swallowing before he found words. "I...... just need a moment. But thank you." He was uncharacteristically soft, gentle even. "... You can go maul that boy for me if you'd like though."

[toothingz]

He nods and sprints out, with no sign of him for 30 or so minutes. When he comes back chilton might wonder if he murdered the boy from all the blood on his clothes, he stays silent when he’s back, rubbing his stomach a bit

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton had take those thirty minutes to calm down to a jittery, but passable state, well enough to work and muscle through this. He did realize he worded that quite badly, and wondered idly if Casey knew how to call an ambulance or hide a body, the aforementioned person walking in as he was thinking. He stared at him, blinking a long moment before speaking. "Ah- Uh. Casey. Stay there for a second, I don't want to mop up that much blood. I have a change of clothes here somewhere...."

[toothingz]

“Mhm..” he shifts, wincing a bit. “He’s mean…” he says softly, almost… out of breath? He wipes his mouth on the front of his shirt, since he doesn’t have sleeves, and sighs a bit, taking a gasp in immediately after, confirming his breathless state. “Got… away..”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton dug in his desk drawer, pulling out a bag with a few changes of clothes within. He looked him over once more when he heard the wince, anxiety fluttering back up. "Are you hurt??"

[toothingz]

“Hard to.. catch my breath-” he says before another sharp gasp as he tries to fill his lungs. His hand is over his diaphragm and he rubs the muscle a bit, trying to smooth whatever pain is there.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Take a deep inhale, and try to keep your breaths as deep and even as you can-" He stood, gripping his cane tightly, and walked over to Casey, waving his hand away for a moment to note the blossoming bruise. It didn't look too bad, not bad enough for hospital use anyways, but ice would certainly help. "Here, take these and go get cleaned up and changed. I've decided to go home anyways, so you can clean up better there, but I don't want to get blood on my car seat." They shooed him out to his personal bathroom and asked his secretary to bring up a bag of ice wrapped in paper towels once he was gone.

[toothingz]

he goes into the bathroom and cleans up with wet towels, dropping his clothes to the floor and getting the coagulating blood off of him. then he puts on the new clothes and notices.. his hair.. it’s got red in it “damn..” he says, followed by a small gasp. “chilton, can you help- me with my hair?” he asks, interrupting himself with another gasp, which is at least becoming a bit more infrequent.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton came in when called, holding a sealed plastic bag wrapped neatly in papertowels. "Here, hold that to your throat, it's ice. And I can help, just lean over the sink and stay still." He set his cane against the side of the sink, wetting a few papertowels and using those as well a combination of his fingers and more water to rinse the blood out with minimal splash back. Casey was still doomed to the shower when they got home, but it was better than it was before. "Better?"

[toothingz]

he ices his neck for a moment, then pulls back “mm! cold-” he gasps, as if it stole his breath. he enjoys you cleaning his hair though, leaning back a little. he tries to ice his neck a couple more times with a similar reaction. once you’re done, he responds to you “better. thank you.”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You're welcome." He ran gentle fingers through his long hair for a moment then pulled back, rinsing his hands and drying them before taking his cane back, leaning onto it with relief. Chilton wrapped the bag in more papertowels with a sigh as he realized it was a bit too cold for the other man, handing it back to him. "Keep it on there, it'll help with the bruising and the hurt."

[toothingz]

he tries to keep it on there, clearly not happy with it “if it’s supposed to help why does it feel so bad….” he asks sadly, trying to force himself to keep the ice on his bruising neck

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You really don't like the cold huh..." Frederick said, frowning slightly. "Nevermind then, just let me know if your throat hurts too badly later and I can give you a Tylenol or something." The bruising would have to just be left be it seems. Worth a try though.

[toothingz]

“Thank you..” he says putting the ice down and using a half fisted hand to guide your arm to his cold throat. If you don’t pull away he uses your wrist to warm his throat up, though the half fisted hand makes sure he’s not grabbing onto Chilton so he can pull back if he wants.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton was admittedly hesitant, but he didn't pull it away, wondering what the hell he was trying to do before figuring it out as a pale wrist pressed against the column of Casey's throat. Ah. "...... Is that any better?"

[toothingz]

he moves to where your palm is on his throat. the warmth from your palm soothes the cold and even some of the pain, causing him to let out a small hun of contentment.

“mhm. much better. are you ok..?” he looks up at you as he asks, wanting to be sure you’re ok from the earlier disturbance.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He curled his hand, very very gently, fingertips petting the side of his neck cautiously. He felt like used sandpaper, not quite so harsh it hurt, but certainly very textured regardless. "Hm? I'm...... Better than I was before." Especially now that Casey was here, and safe than before. He shouldn't have sent him out...... It was nice though. He was very capable, very loyal. Chilton hadn't had that in a long time, maybe never.

[toothingz]

“i’m glad you’re better.. that guy was mean. didn’t even taste good from what i got..” he says, implying he did manage to get a chunk of Caspian before he ran off.

he leans into your fingers petting his neck, bearing even the softest spot to you as he closes his eyes in a moment of pure trust. he has never quite done this before with you. his jaw trembles as he hums softly at your pets.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Mm.... Well, we can get you a better meal when we get home..." He really should have a different reaction to this, maybe worry for his safety, but..... Chances were, someone like Caspian was in no position to call the authorities, and he likely learned his lesson if Casey was any proof, so... Maybe he didn't care. Not about that anyways. Chilton was..... endeared, or so he'd call it. Fond even, if he were capable of such a thing. He'd never earned this before, someone's vulnerable moments caused by him, so this was new. Nice. "Oh? Do you like that?" His voice was filled with mirth, but not unkindness, genuine in its question. Soft perhaps.

[toothingz]

“better meal.. thank you..” he murmurs. he takes a longer moment, letting himself be held, pet even. his trembling jaw slacks a bit and you see the blood on his teeth, evidence of his loyalty. proof of his devotion, as some might call it.

he lets out a soft sound of contentment, a deep, guttural, yet soft trill. he looks like he wants to sink into your hand, to be there in that moment of safety forever. he reaches for something to hold some of his weight, a counter to lean on, yet he can’t reach anything. you’re the only thing he feels, and at your question, he lets out a soft

“yes…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"It's less than you deserve," He rebutted gently, deciding to get him some water before they left so the taste wouldn't sour while they drove. Stoutly ignoring that it was blood, that it was horrific really, because that didn't really matter. Not truly. Frederick blinked at the content trill, feeling it in his hands as he held him, not disturbed just intrigued. Endeared. Fond even. "Good.." ... They should really get home, but he found himself loathe to let go, to cut his reward short. Still, eventually he gave one last pet and pulled his hands away with a nearly apologetic, "We ought to leave soon Casey."

[toothingz]

“good..? i’m good?” he murmurs, confused. he glances up, making sure you just said that. then chilton pulls away and he follows his hand for as far as he can until you’re too far from him.

“why would we need to leave? where are we going?” he questions, moving closer again and pressing into you, not wanting to be separated from you yet.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"I.... " That wasn't quite what he meant, it'd been in response to his response, but it wasn't incorrect in the grand scheme of things. "Yes, you're good," Chilton said, nodding lightly. His chest hurt a little, for very unrelated reasons, as Casey followed. "It's getting late, and the hospital will be being shut down for the night shift soon. We should go home, it'd be more comfortable anyways, and you can take a shower if you want." Get the blood off.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Guess who knows how to preform lobotomies now!

"You? And if so, can you perform one on me please?"

[scar1ett-so1dier]

Yes!

I feel like you should be at least a little cautious, but if that’s what you want…

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"I'll be honest, me being cautious has gotten me nowhere except miserable and uptight, so one comes to the conclusion that it doesn't matter anymore."

[s-i-ll-y-w-i-ll-y]

“I need this job”

Frederick Chilton x Secretary!reader

Summary: You’re often late to your job as Dr. Chilton’s personal assistant and he appreciates punctuality. So when you aren’t there on time, it’s bothersome and could end up with you fired. At least he’s willing to give you another chance if you do something for him..

Tw! Dubcon, manipulation, reader being taken advantage of, abuse of power; Chilton being an ass, oral (m receiving)

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You stepped in from the rain, peeling off your coat and draping it over your arm. Your footsteps echoed throughout the quiet corridors. Nurses shot you looks of sympathy as you rushed down to the office at the end. Just as you reached it, the door swung open.

Your boss, the ‘respectable’ Dr Chilton loomed in the doorway, an aura of faux confidence and narcissism radiated off of him and his thousand dollar suits. “Oh good, you’re finally here.” He mumbled in a less than enthusiastic tone, stepping aside to let you in. A tired smile rested on his lips, and his eyes were void of anything except slight rage.

The tension pooled from all angles in that room since the second you stepped in. Your pace slowed, matching the pace of his footsteps between each tap of his cane. He slammed the door behind himself, the loud noise echoed throughout the room and made you jump out your skin.

Fear.

That’s all you could feel in this moment.

The room felt like it was getting smaller, was it? Maybe. Who knows? Could he tell you were freaking out? Could he tell you felt sorry? Maybe you should say something:

“Sir, I’m-“

“How many times have you been late this week?” He asked, plopping himself into his seat. He bore a serious expression that threatened to fall due to a smug smirk that lingered just beneath it.

You balled and uncurled your fists over and over as you stood in front of his desk, your eyes avoiding his sharp gaze, “three..”

Dr. Chilton’s smirk finally peaked through and he leaned forward, propping himself up on his arms. “I’m sorry, my dear. What was that?” His voice exuding cockiness.

“3 times, sir.” You replied louder, not bothering to hide the way your voice shook as you spoke. He could tell you craved nothing more than to sink into the floor, let the world swallow you whole- anything but stand here and get yelled at due to the plethora of excuses that you had offered him the past few days.

He cleared his throat, causing you to finally make eye contact with him, and repeated what you said; checking to see if he enjoyed the taste of that number as it rolled off of his tongue.

He did not.

Dr. Chilton hummed softly, thinking over his next words carefully. Without breaking eye contact, he stood back up and walked around his desk at an agonisingly slow pace, as if he was taunting you. His cane tapped on the floor before coming to an abrupt halt as he reached the front of his desk. He leaned against it and raised his hand, beckoning you closer with two fingers. “You do know that I have fired nurses for much less than this, correct?”

Your shoes clacked on the floor as you cautiously walked to him, stopping two feet away. His eyes scanned your face as you silently nodded.

“You’re very lucky I enjoy having you as my assistant. If you were anything like my last one, I would’ve kicked you to the curb by now.” He leaned his cane against his desk, just beside his legs, and folded his arms.

“..I am really sorry, sir. It’s difficult because of those road works and-“

Dr. Chilton’s hand shot up, stopping your apology before you could prattle on any longer. “It’s very irritating to have an assistant this disobedient- this…this unprofessional, I need you to understand that.” He spat, malice coating each word that came from his lips. Once again, he beckoned you closer.

To which you complied and stepped closer, only for him to grab you chin and yank you towards him, leaving a sliver of space between himself and you. “Hardworking, kind…yet you struggle to follow the simplest of rules.”

Your hand shot up to meet his wrist, grabbing it tightly and trying your best to pry it away. A silence fell between the two of you, making you more uneasy. The clock on the far side of the room was the only source of sound- aside from the faint echoey screams of patients who were slowly losing themselves to this slate grey, solitary prison, ruled by a tyrannical man on a power trip.

His gaze wandered down your body, analysing you, trying to find anything. A shiver shot up your spine as he smirked and let go of your chin, crescent indents from his nails on the underside of your jaw. His hand fell to your throat, his index and middle finger traced the marks he left. A soft chuckle left his lips as he pushed off the desk, causing you to step back.

He grabbed his cane and leaned on it as he stood up straight. “You know, three times could be three too many.” He smugly stated, both hands now clasped on the top of his cane.

You felt your stomach drop, “Excuse me?” You mumbled breathlessly.

“You heard me.”

Worry flashed across your face as you took a half step forwards, leaving enough space between the two of you. “Sir, I need this job-“

“You can find another. They won’t keep you as long as I have though, probably won’t pay as good either.”

Your mouth opened to protest but nothing came out.

Why did he switch? It was so sudden.

You were so screwed.

Your rent was due soon and you were one more pay check away from being on time this month. You had student loans to pay back too- you couldn’t risk this.

A jolt shot through you at the feeling of his warm hand gently nudging your agape mouth shut. Your eyes met his once more and there was something in his, besides the intimidating moss green you associated with this stern figure. His hand cupped your chin, thumb tracing your bottom lip. “It would be such a shame to see something so pretty out on the street.” Dr. Chilton stated, his voice somber, almost as if he felt bad for firing you. He guided his hand to weave through your hair, tugging your head back so you were looking directly at him. “You’re fresh out of college, aren’t you? No scholarship, I assume. Lots of debt?…rent due as well, I can imagine.”

You stayed still, listening to him as he spoke about you. You were aware that he knew all of this. No questions were needed for this, he has your file, after all. All those silly questions he asked prior to this moment seemed to make sense; it wasn’t general questions, he was finding things he could hold over you- use against you if it came to it.

The room went cold as the two of you drew closer to each other. Despite that, you felt hot. Very hot. The lingering warmth of his hand on your chin, the feeling of his nails digging into your soft skin. His caresses and pulls, although not too harsh, still were strong enough make you feel winded.

A gasp leapt from your lips as he tugged your hair, forcing you closer, your faces now inches apart. “I wonder what someone like you would do to keep their job…” he purred, his empty hand snaking around your waist.

~~~~

The wind and rain battered against the glass windows, threatening to burst through. Not that you could see the windows anyway, the blinds were drawn so no one outside could see you under Dr. Chilton’s desk, or watch as his hips rolled up to meet your mouth, or see that his trousers were all the way down at his ankles.

The faint smell of his cologne and the taste of him on your tongue had you drunk and craving more. Along with the mewls, moans and whimpers which fell from his lips.

A sloppy, lopsided grin was strewn across the doctor’s usually stressed and irritated face. You had never seen him so relaxed, it was odd to not see him with furrowed brows and his lips pressed in a fine line. But it was nice..he deserved to relax for once- although you’d gladly have it be anyone else doing what you’re up to. Frederick praised you as you took all of him in, one hand planted in your hair to guide you and keep you from pulling away when he got too close to the back of your throat.

Your head violently moved along his length as he chased his high, hand shaking vigorously as he tugged on your hair. Then he slowed as his release poured into your mouth. You held it in your mouth and turned to the bin, believing he’d let you spit it out. He eased his hand out of your tussled hair, moving to your chin to guide your head up so your eyes caught onto his.

“Swallow.”

He commanded, and, not risking your pay check, you did as he told. For that, he cooed and pulled you to your feet, sitting you down on his desk. “You did very good today…if you want to keep your job then perhaps we should keep this going.” He remarked, a cocky grin on his face.

A simple nod is all you could manage as you fixed your hair and wiped the drool off your chin, silently watching as he tucked himself away and put his belt back on. After that you padded across the wooden floor and opened the blinds again, despising how loud the floorboards creaked as you sauntered over to each one, the feeling akin to stepping on a squeaky floorboard whilst trying to sneak back to bed after getting a glass of water.

“Now then,” he reached for a pen and sighed as he glanced at the mountain of paperwork lingering on his desk. “Lets get to work.”

~~~~~

To my hos, PLEASE IGNORE THIS PURE SMUT OMG-

Sunday 19th January 2025, 7:41 PM

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Guess who knows how to preform lobotomies now!

"You? And if so, can you perform one on me please?"

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Out of curiosity, caspian lets a fire cracker go off right next to Frederick

-🌊

Frederick startled badly, with a yelp like a dog's, having been absorbed in paperwork and not noticing the other come in and set off the firework, heart jumping to his throat and choking him. He looked, with wild eyes, over at Caspian, then to where the firecracker had been, thankfully put out for the moment. "Wha-?"

[toothingz]

After a cruel chuckle caspian walks out as Casey comes over to the noise curious about what it was.

“Who was that? What was that sound-” then Casey looks at you, I mean really looks at you. And he comes a little closer, with his head tilted, trying to make himself smaller for you. “Are you ok..?”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton glared at Caspian before rubbing his face and burying it into his hands, trying to will away the fear that thumped through his chest. He did horribly around loud sounds, especially anything like a gunshot, his eye and his cheek aching in remembrance. Casey startled him a bit, earning spooked eyes before he tried to force himself to relax and talk. And yet nothing came out. He just shook his head wordlessly, propping his elbows on his desk and hiding his face into his hands again, a heavy silence falling over him.

[toothingz]

He feels so sad for chilton, the usually confident and asshole-ish man, now looking at him all spooked. He hums before he walks over and kneels next to chilton, whispering to him “can I help…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He side eyed Casey for a long moment, swallowing before he found words. "I...... just need a moment. But thank you." He was uncharacteristically soft, gentle even. "... You can go maul that boy for me if you'd like though."

[toothingz]

He nods and sprints out, with no sign of him for 30 or so minutes. When he comes back chilton might wonder if he murdered the boy from all the blood on his clothes, he stays silent when he’s back, rubbing his stomach a bit

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton had take those thirty minutes to calm down to a jittery, but passable state, well enough to work and muscle through this. He did realize he worded that quite badly, and wondered idly if Casey knew how to call an ambulance or hide a body, the aforementioned person walking in as he was thinking. He stared at him, blinking a long moment before speaking. "Ah- Uh. Casey. Stay there for a second, I don't want to mop up that much blood. I have a change of clothes here somewhere...."

[toothingz]

“Mhm..” he shifts, wincing a bit. “He’s mean…” he says softly, almost… out of breath? He wipes his mouth on the front of his shirt, since he doesn’t have sleeves, and sighs a bit, taking a gasp in immediately after, confirming his breathless state. “Got… away..”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton dug in his desk drawer, pulling out a bag with a few changes of clothes within. He looked him over once more when he heard the wince, anxiety fluttering back up. "Are you hurt??"

[toothingz]

“Hard to.. catch my breath-” he says before another sharp gasp as he tries to fill his lungs. His hand is over his diaphragm and he rubs the muscle a bit, trying to smooth whatever pain is there.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Take a deep inhale, and try to keep your breaths as deep and even as you can-" He stood, gripping his cane tightly, and walked over to Casey, waving his hand away for a moment to note the blossoming bruise. It didn't look too bad, not bad enough for hospital use anyways, but ice would certainly help. "Here, take these and go get cleaned up and changed. I've decided to go home anyways, so you can clean up better there, but I don't want to get blood on my car seat." They shooed him out to his personal bathroom and asked his secretary to bring up a bag of ice wrapped in paper towels once he was gone.

[toothingz]

he goes into the bathroom and cleans up with wet towels, dropping his clothes to the floor and getting the coagulating blood off of him. then he puts on the new clothes and notices.. his hair.. it’s got red in it “damn..” he says, followed by a small gasp. “chilton, can you help- me with my hair?” he asks, interrupting himself with another gasp, which is at least becoming a bit more infrequent.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton came in when called, holding a sealed plastic bag wrapped neatly in papertowels. "Here, hold that to your throat, it's ice. And I can help, just lean over the sink and stay still." He set his cane against the side of the sink, wetting a few papertowels and using those as well a combination of his fingers and more water to rinse the blood out with minimal splash back. Casey was still doomed to the shower when they got home, but it was better than it was before. "Better?"

[toothingz]

he ices his neck for a moment, then pulls back “mm! cold-” he gasps, as if it stole his breath. he enjoys you cleaning his hair though, leaning back a little. he tries to ice his neck a couple more times with a similar reaction. once you’re done, he responds to you “better. thank you.”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You're welcome." He ran gentle fingers through his long hair for a moment then pulled back, rinsing his hands and drying them before taking his cane back, leaning onto it with relief. Chilton wrapped the bag in more papertowels with a sigh as he realized it was a bit too cold for the other man, handing it back to him. "Keep it on there, it'll help with the bruising and the hurt."

[toothingz]

he tries to keep it on there, clearly not happy with it “if it’s supposed to help why does it feel so bad….” he asks sadly, trying to force himself to keep the ice on his bruising neck

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You really don't like the cold huh..." Frederick said, frowning slightly. "Nevermind then, just let me know if your throat hurts too badly later and I can give you a Tylenol or something." The bruising would have to just be left be it seems. Worth a try though.

[toothingz]

“Thank you..” he says putting the ice down and using a half fisted hand to guide your arm to his cold throat. If you don’t pull away he uses your wrist to warm his throat up, though the half fisted hand makes sure he’s not grabbing onto Chilton so he can pull back if he wants.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton was admittedly hesitant, but he didn't pull it away, wondering what the hell he was trying to do before figuring it out as a pale wrist pressed against the column of Casey's throat. Ah. "...... Is that any better?"

[toothingz]

he moves to where your palm is on his throat. the warmth from your palm soothes the cold and even some of the pain, causing him to let out a small hun of contentment.

“mhm. much better. are you ok..?” he looks up at you as he asks, wanting to be sure you’re ok from the earlier disturbance.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He curled his hand, very very gently, fingertips petting the side of his neck cautiously. He felt like used sandpaper, not quite so harsh it hurt, but certainly very textured regardless. "Hm? I'm...... Better than I was before." Especially now that Casey was here, and safe than before. He shouldn't have sent him out...... It was nice though. He was very capable, very loyal. Chilton hadn't had that in a long time, maybe never.

[toothingz]

“i’m glad you’re better.. that guy was mean. didn’t even taste good from what i got..” he says, implying he did manage to get a chunk of Caspian before he ran off.

he leans into your fingers petting his neck, bearing even the softest spot to you as he closes his eyes in a moment of pure trust. he has never quite done this before with you. his jaw trembles as he hums softly at your pets.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Mm.... Well, we can get you a better meal when we get home..." He really should have a different reaction to this, maybe worry for his safety, but..... Chances were, someone like Caspian was in no position to call the authorities, and he likely learned his lesson if Casey was any proof, so... Maybe he didn't care. Not about that anyways. Chilton was..... endeared, or so he'd call it. Fond even, if he were capable of such a thing. He'd never earned this before, someone's vulnerable moments caused by him, so this was new. Nice. "Oh? Do you like that?" His voice was filled with mirth, but not unkindness, genuine in its question. Soft perhaps.

[toothingz]

“better meal.. thank you..” he murmurs. he takes a longer moment, letting himself be held, pet even. his trembling jaw slacks a bit and you see the blood on his teeth, evidence of his loyalty. proof of his devotion, as some might call it.

he lets out a soft sound of contentment, a deep, guttural, yet soft trill. he looks like he wants to sink into your hand, to be there in that moment of safety forever. he reaches for something to hold some of his weight, a counter to lean on, yet he can’t reach anything. you’re the only thing he feels, and at your question, he lets out a soft

“yes…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"It's less than you deserve," He rebutted gently, deciding to get him some water before they left so the taste wouldn't sour while they drove. Stoutly ignoring that it was blood, that it was horrific really, because that didn't really matter. Not truly. Frederick blinked at the content trill, feeling it in his hands as he held him, not disturbed just intrigued. Endeared. Fond even. "Good.." ... They should really get home, but he found himself loathe to let go, to cut his reward short. Still, eventually he gave one last pet and pulled his hands away with a nearly apologetic, "We ought to leave soon Casey."

[toothingz]

Chilton had been curled up, 'just dozing', very deeply buried into his bed despite it being late afternoon, intent on waking up to make dinner but instead woken up very harshly way before that. The cause? Neighbors deciding now was the time to set off fireworks for some god awful reason, putting Frederick on a razor edge as he sat up, frazzled and nerve-wracked before he got himself under control. It took longer than he would have liked to admit, but who needed to know that. After that though, and some wrangling of sheets, he realized two things. 1, there were fireworks because it was a holiday, and 2, Casey hadn't heard anything more than a firecracker before as far as he was aware. Oh. Oh! Fuck, where was he?? How did one even calm down a shark person? Guess he was gonna find out.... "Casey-? Casey, are you alright?" Chilton called, the click of his cane against the smooth marble floors the only other sound of his coming. [ @wannabepsychiatrist ]

“Freddie…?” Frederick hears a small whimper from Casey’s current room. If he catches it, there is another whimper from the room as another firework goes off. Frederick comes in to see Casey curled up on his bed, almost defensively, his eyes focused on the windows more than anything. Casey is shaking, thinking to himself wondering what all these big noises are. His hands ball up a bit, and his first question to you is simply

“Are you ok?” Hes so scared, yet you’re his first major concern.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Hey- Hey.... It's alright, there's no danger, it's just loud-" Frederick said soothingly, padding in and going over to his bed immediately. He reached out, pausing and asking, "Can I touch you? Or would that be too much right now?" He.... didn't know how to feel about that, both very endeared and a little guilty at the question. "I'm okay, just a little startled, I promise. It's just fireworks, they can't hurt us, it's a.... celebratory thing for some people. We're safe, I swear Casey."

[toothingz]

He hesitates and nods at the question, he doesnt know how he wants to be held, but he knows he needs it. He needs to feel Frederick there, needs to know he’s there even in the dark quiet of the sparking residuum.

“Why do people celebrate with anger..?” He asks meekly, jumping at the next loud noise, and turning to hide in your arms a little. He closes his eyes reminds himself of what you just said, no danger.. safe.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Frederick leaned his cane against the dresser and sat on the bed, tugging the poor thing close and petting him as he learned previously was a good soothing tactic. Gentle fingers combed through his hair, his brows knitting in worry at the slight tremble he felt running through him. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, wondering why that was himself. "I.... don't know. It's just how they are, how they're taught I suppose," He said softly, wincing badly at the next boom of gunpowder and unneeded flame.

[toothingz]

He presses his face into your stomach, as if that’ll muffle the explosions. You feel him biting a little in the way that his jaw is moving yet you feel no pain. He is biting his lip to stifle a whimper and to calm down, which obviously doesn’t work when he jumps at another firework. The fingers combing through his hair helps just enough that he recovers slightly faster.

“Why would someone teach something so mean…” he asks, his voice shaking a little. “We cant be the only people who think its bad… right..?” The question lingers in the air for a moment before a softer firework crackles in and out of existence. This one doesn’t cause him to flinch, but instead to look out at the window curiously. Then a big pop happens and he hides again, face to your upper abdomen, whimpering softly.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Frederick couldn't help the way his mouth pulled into a taut line, body matching as he held him close, a tightly strung bow string that twanged with each disruption, as if they were a pluck of the fingers. He did try to negate it as much as he could in Casey though, cupping his jaw gently and urging him away from biting himself, worried he'd start bleeding. "Because it's not seen as mean," He said quietly, a little sadly, wishing he could smooth that tremble like he could a wrinkle in a tablecloth. He couldn't, but he still tried, long fingers running through his hair and over his back, where a fin would be if he were where he actually belonged. "We're not, but the ones who do aren't heard. It's taught and ingrained so deeply that stopping such things would cause... outrage, to say it lightly. Nobody would listen." They never do.

[toothingz]

Chilton had been curled up, 'just dozing', very deeply buried into his bed despite it being late afternoon, intent on waking up to make dinner but instead woken up very harshly way before that. The cause? Neighbors deciding now was the time to set off fireworks for some god awful reason, putting Frederick on a razor edge as he sat up, frazzled and nerve-wracked before he got himself under control. It took longer than he would have liked to admit, but who needed to know that. After that though, and some wrangling of sheets, he realized two things. 1, there were fireworks because it was a holiday, and 2, Casey hadn't heard anything more than a firecracker before as far as he was aware. Oh. Oh! Fuck, where was he?? How did one even calm down a shark person? Guess he was gonna find out.... "Casey-? Casey, are you alright?" Chilton called, the click of his cane against the smooth marble floors the only other sound of his coming. [ @wannabepsychiatrist ]

“Freddie…?” Frederick hears a small whimper from Casey’s current room. If he catches it, there is another whimper from the room as another firework goes off. Frederick comes in to see Casey curled up on his bed, almost defensively, his eyes focused on the windows more than anything. Casey is shaking, thinking to himself wondering what all these big noises are. His hands ball up a bit, and his first question to you is simply

“Are you ok?” Hes so scared, yet you’re his first major concern.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Hey- Hey.... It's alright, there's no danger, it's just loud-" Frederick said soothingly, padding in and going over to his bed immediately. He reached out, pausing and asking, "Can I touch you? Or would that be too much right now?" He.... didn't know how to feel about that, both very endeared and a little guilty at the question. "I'm okay, just a little startled, I promise. It's just fireworks, they can't hurt us, it's a.... celebratory thing for some people. We're safe, I swear Casey."

[toothingz]

He hesitates and nods at the question, he doesnt know how he wants to be held, but he knows he needs it. He needs to feel Frederick there, needs to know he’s there even in the dark quiet of the sparking residuum.

“Why do people celebrate with anger..?” He asks meekly, jumping at the next loud noise, and turning to hide in your arms a little. He closes his eyes reminds himself of what you just said, no danger.. safe.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Frederick leaned his cane against the dresser and sat on the bed, tugging the poor thing close and petting him as he learned previously was a good soothing tactic. Gentle fingers combed through his hair, his brows knitting in worry at the slight tremble he felt running through him. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, wondering why that was himself. "I.... don't know. It's just how they are, how they're taught I suppose," He said softly, wincing badly at the next boom of gunpowder and unneeded flame.

[toothingz]

Chilton had been curled up, 'just dozing', very deeply buried into his bed despite it being late afternoon, intent on waking up to make dinner but instead woken up very harshly way before that. The cause? Neighbors deciding now was the time to set off fireworks for some god awful reason, putting Frederick on a razor edge as he sat up, frazzled and nerve-wracked before he got himself under control. It took longer than he would have liked to admit, but who needed to know that. After that though, and some wrangling of sheets, he realized two things. 1, there were fireworks because it was a holiday, and 2, Casey hadn't heard anything more than a firecracker before as far as he was aware. Oh. Oh! Fuck, where was he?? How did one even calm down a shark person? Guess he was gonna find out.... "Casey-? Casey, are you alright?" Chilton called, the click of his cane against the smooth marble floors the only other sound of his coming. [ @wannabepsychiatrist ]

“Freddie…?” Frederick hears a small whimper from Casey’s current room. If he catches it, there is another whimper from the room as another firework goes off. Frederick comes in to see Casey curled up on his bed, almost defensively, his eyes focused on the windows more than anything. Casey is shaking, thinking to himself wondering what all these big noises are. His hands ball up a bit, and his first question to you is simply

“Are you ok?” Hes so scared, yet you’re his first major concern.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Hey- Hey.... It's alright, there's no danger, it's just loud-" Frederick said soothingly, padding in and going over to his bed immediately. He reached out, pausing and asking, "Can I touch you? Or would that be too much right now?" He.... didn't know how to feel about that, both very endeared and a little guilty at the question. "I'm okay, just a little startled, I promise. It's just fireworks, they can't hurt us, it's a.... celebratory thing for some people. We're safe, I swear Casey."

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Out of curiosity, caspian lets a fire cracker go off right next to Frederick

-🌊

Frederick startled badly, with a yelp like a dog's, having been absorbed in paperwork and not noticing the other come in and set off the firework, heart jumping to his throat and choking him. He looked, with wild eyes, over at Caspian, then to where the firecracker had been, thankfully put out for the moment. "Wha-?"

[toothingz]

After a cruel chuckle caspian walks out as Casey comes over to the noise curious about what it was.

“Who was that? What was that sound-” then Casey looks at you, I mean really looks at you. And he comes a little closer, with his head tilted, trying to make himself smaller for you. “Are you ok..?”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton glared at Caspian before rubbing his face and burying it into his hands, trying to will away the fear that thumped through his chest. He did horribly around loud sounds, especially anything like a gunshot, his eye and his cheek aching in remembrance. Casey startled him a bit, earning spooked eyes before he tried to force himself to relax and talk. And yet nothing came out. He just shook his head wordlessly, propping his elbows on his desk and hiding his face into his hands again, a heavy silence falling over him.

[toothingz]

He feels so sad for chilton, the usually confident and asshole-ish man, now looking at him all spooked. He hums before he walks over and kneels next to chilton, whispering to him “can I help…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He side eyed Casey for a long moment, swallowing before he found words. "I...... just need a moment. But thank you." He was uncharacteristically soft, gentle even. "... You can go maul that boy for me if you'd like though."

[toothingz]

He nods and sprints out, with no sign of him for 30 or so minutes. When he comes back chilton might wonder if he murdered the boy from all the blood on his clothes, he stays silent when he’s back, rubbing his stomach a bit

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton had take those thirty minutes to calm down to a jittery, but passable state, well enough to work and muscle through this. He did realize he worded that quite badly, and wondered idly if Casey knew how to call an ambulance or hide a body, the aforementioned person walking in as he was thinking. He stared at him, blinking a long moment before speaking. "Ah- Uh. Casey. Stay there for a second, I don't want to mop up that much blood. I have a change of clothes here somewhere...."

[toothingz]

“Mhm..” he shifts, wincing a bit. “He’s mean…” he says softly, almost… out of breath? He wipes his mouth on the front of his shirt, since he doesn’t have sleeves, and sighs a bit, taking a gasp in immediately after, confirming his breathless state. “Got… away..”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton dug in his desk drawer, pulling out a bag with a few changes of clothes within. He looked him over once more when he heard the wince, anxiety fluttering back up. "Are you hurt??"

[toothingz]

“Hard to.. catch my breath-” he says before another sharp gasp as he tries to fill his lungs. His hand is over his diaphragm and he rubs the muscle a bit, trying to smooth whatever pain is there.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Take a deep inhale, and try to keep your breaths as deep and even as you can-" He stood, gripping his cane tightly, and walked over to Casey, waving his hand away for a moment to note the blossoming bruise. It didn't look too bad, not bad enough for hospital use anyways, but ice would certainly help. "Here, take these and go get cleaned up and changed. I've decided to go home anyways, so you can clean up better there, but I don't want to get blood on my car seat." They shooed him out to his personal bathroom and asked his secretary to bring up a bag of ice wrapped in paper towels once he was gone.

[toothingz]

he goes into the bathroom and cleans up with wet towels, dropping his clothes to the floor and getting the coagulating blood off of him. then he puts on the new clothes and notices.. his hair.. it’s got red in it “damn..” he says, followed by a small gasp. “chilton, can you help- me with my hair?” he asks, interrupting himself with another gasp, which is at least becoming a bit more infrequent.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton came in when called, holding a sealed plastic bag wrapped neatly in papertowels. "Here, hold that to your throat, it's ice. And I can help, just lean over the sink and stay still." He set his cane against the side of the sink, wetting a few papertowels and using those as well a combination of his fingers and more water to rinse the blood out with minimal splash back. Casey was still doomed to the shower when they got home, but it was better than it was before. "Better?"

[toothingz]

he ices his neck for a moment, then pulls back “mm! cold-” he gasps, as if it stole his breath. he enjoys you cleaning his hair though, leaning back a little. he tries to ice his neck a couple more times with a similar reaction. once you’re done, he responds to you “better. thank you.”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You're welcome." He ran gentle fingers through his long hair for a moment then pulled back, rinsing his hands and drying them before taking his cane back, leaning onto it with relief. Chilton wrapped the bag in more papertowels with a sigh as he realized it was a bit too cold for the other man, handing it back to him. "Keep it on there, it'll help with the bruising and the hurt."

[toothingz]

he tries to keep it on there, clearly not happy with it “if it’s supposed to help why does it feel so bad….” he asks sadly, trying to force himself to keep the ice on his bruising neck

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You really don't like the cold huh..." Frederick said, frowning slightly. "Nevermind then, just let me know if your throat hurts too badly later and I can give you a Tylenol or something." The bruising would have to just be left be it seems. Worth a try though.

[toothingz]

“Thank you..” he says putting the ice down and using a half fisted hand to guide your arm to his cold throat. If you don’t pull away he uses your wrist to warm his throat up, though the half fisted hand makes sure he’s not grabbing onto Chilton so he can pull back if he wants.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton was admittedly hesitant, but he didn't pull it away, wondering what the hell he was trying to do before figuring it out as a pale wrist pressed against the column of Casey's throat. Ah. "...... Is that any better?"

[toothingz]

he moves to where your palm is on his throat. the warmth from your palm soothes the cold and even some of the pain, causing him to let out a small hun of contentment.

“mhm. much better. are you ok..?” he looks up at you as he asks, wanting to be sure you’re ok from the earlier disturbance.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He curled his hand, very very gently, fingertips petting the side of his neck cautiously. He felt like used sandpaper, not quite so harsh it hurt, but certainly very textured regardless. "Hm? I'm...... Better than I was before." Especially now that Casey was here, and safe than before. He shouldn't have sent him out...... It was nice though. He was very capable, very loyal. Chilton hadn't had that in a long time, maybe never.

[toothingz]

“i’m glad you’re better.. that guy was mean. didn’t even taste good from what i got..” he says, implying he did manage to get a chunk of Caspian before he ran off.

he leans into your fingers petting his neck, bearing even the softest spot to you as he closes his eyes in a moment of pure trust. he has never quite done this before with you. his jaw trembles as he hums softly at your pets.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Mm.... Well, we can get you a better meal when we get home..." He really should have a different reaction to this, maybe worry for his safety, but..... Chances were, someone like Caspian was in no position to call the authorities, and he likely learned his lesson if Casey was any proof, so... Maybe he didn't care. Not about that anyways. Chilton was..... endeared, or so he'd call it. Fond even, if he were capable of such a thing. He'd never earned this before, someone's vulnerable moments caused by him, so this was new. Nice. "Oh? Do you like that?" His voice was filled with mirth, but not unkindness, genuine in its question. Soft perhaps.

[toothingz]

“better meal.. thank you..” he murmurs. he takes a longer moment, letting himself be held, pet even. his trembling jaw slacks a bit and you see the blood on his teeth, evidence of his loyalty. proof of his devotion, as some might call it.

he lets out a soft sound of contentment, a deep, guttural, yet soft trill. he looks like he wants to sink into your hand, to be there in that moment of safety forever. he reaches for something to hold some of his weight, a counter to lean on, yet he can’t reach anything. you’re the only thing he feels, and at your question, he lets out a soft

“yes…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Of course. It's the least I could do," Chilton said softly, readjusting both himself and his cane so they could lean on his desk and use two hands to pet and hold him. He should get him a drink before they left, so the taste wouldn't sour on the way back.... Oh- That wasn't what he was expecting, but it wasn't a terribly surprising noise either. It made sense, for Casey anyways. Cute- He resisted the distressing urge to 'aww' over him, instead repsoitioning his hands so he was more cupping his jaw. Chilton made sure there was plenty still pressed to what had been cool, and pet him in gentle skritching motions, like Casey was an overlarge cat he was rewarding for catching a mouse.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Out of curiosity, caspian lets a fire cracker go off right next to Frederick

-🌊

Frederick startled badly, with a yelp like a dog's, having been absorbed in paperwork and not noticing the other come in and set off the firework, heart jumping to his throat and choking him. He looked, with wild eyes, over at Caspian, then to where the firecracker had been, thankfully put out for the moment. "Wha-?"

[toothingz]

After a cruel chuckle caspian walks out as Casey comes over to the noise curious about what it was.

“Who was that? What was that sound-” then Casey looks at you, I mean really looks at you. And he comes a little closer, with his head tilted, trying to make himself smaller for you. “Are you ok..?”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton glared at Caspian before rubbing his face and burying it into his hands, trying to will away the fear that thumped through his chest. He did horribly around loud sounds, especially anything like a gunshot, his eye and his cheek aching in remembrance. Casey startled him a bit, earning spooked eyes before he tried to force himself to relax and talk. And yet nothing came out. He just shook his head wordlessly, propping his elbows on his desk and hiding his face into his hands again, a heavy silence falling over him.

[toothingz]

He feels so sad for chilton, the usually confident and asshole-ish man, now looking at him all spooked. He hums before he walks over and kneels next to chilton, whispering to him “can I help…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He side eyed Casey for a long moment, swallowing before he found words. "I...... just need a moment. But thank you." He was uncharacteristically soft, gentle even. "... You can go maul that boy for me if you'd like though."

[toothingz]

He nods and sprints out, with no sign of him for 30 or so minutes. When he comes back chilton might wonder if he murdered the boy from all the blood on his clothes, he stays silent when he’s back, rubbing his stomach a bit

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton had take those thirty minutes to calm down to a jittery, but passable state, well enough to work and muscle through this. He did realize he worded that quite badly, and wondered idly if Casey knew how to call an ambulance or hide a body, the aforementioned person walking in as he was thinking. He stared at him, blinking a long moment before speaking. "Ah- Uh. Casey. Stay there for a second, I don't want to mop up that much blood. I have a change of clothes here somewhere...."

[toothingz]

“Mhm..” he shifts, wincing a bit. “He’s mean…” he says softly, almost… out of breath? He wipes his mouth on the front of his shirt, since he doesn’t have sleeves, and sighs a bit, taking a gasp in immediately after, confirming his breathless state. “Got… away..”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton dug in his desk drawer, pulling out a bag with a few changes of clothes within. He looked him over once more when he heard the wince, anxiety fluttering back up. "Are you hurt??"

[toothingz]

“Hard to.. catch my breath-” he says before another sharp gasp as he tries to fill his lungs. His hand is over his diaphragm and he rubs the muscle a bit, trying to smooth whatever pain is there.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Take a deep inhale, and try to keep your breaths as deep and even as you can-" He stood, gripping his cane tightly, and walked over to Casey, waving his hand away for a moment to note the blossoming bruise. It didn't look too bad, not bad enough for hospital use anyways, but ice would certainly help. "Here, take these and go get cleaned up and changed. I've decided to go home anyways, so you can clean up better there, but I don't want to get blood on my car seat." They shooed him out to his personal bathroom and asked his secretary to bring up a bag of ice wrapped in paper towels once he was gone.

[toothingz]

he goes into the bathroom and cleans up with wet towels, dropping his clothes to the floor and getting the coagulating blood off of him. then he puts on the new clothes and notices.. his hair.. it’s got red in it “damn..” he says, followed by a small gasp. “chilton, can you help- me with my hair?” he asks, interrupting himself with another gasp, which is at least becoming a bit more infrequent.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton came in when called, holding a sealed plastic bag wrapped neatly in papertowels. "Here, hold that to your throat, it's ice. And I can help, just lean over the sink and stay still." He set his cane against the side of the sink, wetting a few papertowels and using those as well a combination of his fingers and more water to rinse the blood out with minimal splash back. Casey was still doomed to the shower when they got home, but it was better than it was before. "Better?"

[toothingz]

he ices his neck for a moment, then pulls back “mm! cold-” he gasps, as if it stole his breath. he enjoys you cleaning his hair though, leaning back a little. he tries to ice his neck a couple more times with a similar reaction. once you’re done, he responds to you “better. thank you.”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You're welcome." He ran gentle fingers through his long hair for a moment then pulled back, rinsing his hands and drying them before taking his cane back, leaning onto it with relief. Chilton wrapped the bag in more papertowels with a sigh as he realized it was a bit too cold for the other man, handing it back to him. "Keep it on there, it'll help with the bruising and the hurt."

[toothingz]

he tries to keep it on there, clearly not happy with it “if it’s supposed to help why does it feel so bad….” he asks sadly, trying to force himself to keep the ice on his bruising neck

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You really don't like the cold huh..." Frederick said, frowning slightly. "Nevermind then, just let me know if your throat hurts too badly later and I can give you a Tylenol or something." The bruising would have to just be left be it seems. Worth a try though.

[toothingz]

“Thank you..” he says putting the ice down and using a half fisted hand to guide your arm to his cold throat. If you don’t pull away he uses your wrist to warm his throat up, though the half fisted hand makes sure he’s not grabbing onto Chilton so he can pull back if he wants.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton was admittedly hesitant, but he didn't pull it away, wondering what the hell he was trying to do before figuring it out as a pale wrist pressed against the column of Casey's throat. Ah. "...... Is that any better?"

[toothingz]

he moves to where your palm is on his throat. the warmth from your palm soothes the cold and even some of the pain, causing him to let out a small hun of contentment.

“mhm. much better. are you ok..?” he looks up at you as he asks, wanting to be sure you’re ok from the earlier disturbance.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He curled his hand, very very gently, fingertips petting the side of his neck cautiously. He felt like used sandpaper, not quite so harsh it hurt, but certainly very textured regardless. "Hm? I'm...... Better than I was before." Especially now that Casey was here, and safe than before. He shouldn't have sent him out...... It was nice though. He was very capable, very loyal. Chilton hadn't had that in a long time, maybe never.

[toothingz]

“i’m glad you’re better.. that guy was mean. didn’t even taste good from what i got..” he says, implying he did manage to get a chunk of Caspian before he ran off.

he leans into your fingers petting his neck, bearing even the softest spot to you as he closes his eyes in a moment of pure trust. he has never quite done this before with you. his jaw trembles as he hums softly at your pets.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Mm.... Well, we can get you a better meal when we get home..." He really should have a different reaction to this, maybe worry for his safety, but..... Chances were, someone like Caspian was in no position to call the authorities, and he likely learned his lesson if Casey was any proof, so... Maybe he didn't care. Not about that anyways. Chilton was..... endeared, or so he'd call it. Fond even, if he were capable of such a thing. He'd never earned this before, someone's vulnerable moments caused by him, so this was new. Nice. "Oh? Do you like that?" His voice was filled with mirth, but not unkindness, genuine in its question. Soft perhaps.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

welcome back, creature

".... Rude. I personally wouldn't call someone that, but you know."

[wannabepsychiatrist]

OH MY GOD UR BACK

"Yes- I needed a spa day. Or... week. Month. Point was, I needed some time off. Why, did you miss me??"

[m0n5t3r-3n3rg7]

Yes actually I did

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Oh? Never before seen, feral child in fact missed the man who's walls he's been scrabbling in. I will say, your presence, or lack there of, has certainly been noticed. It's.... quiet."

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Hello, friend.

"Oh hello- I was wondering where you've been, it's quiet without you and your noisy sibling around. How are you?"

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Out of curiosity, caspian lets a fire cracker go off right next to Frederick

-🌊

Frederick startled badly, with a yelp like a dog's, having been absorbed in paperwork and not noticing the other come in and set off the firework, heart jumping to his throat and choking him. He looked, with wild eyes, over at Caspian, then to where the firecracker had been, thankfully put out for the moment. "Wha-?"

[toothingz]

After a cruel chuckle caspian walks out as Casey comes over to the noise curious about what it was.

“Who was that? What was that sound-” then Casey looks at you, I mean really looks at you. And he comes a little closer, with his head tilted, trying to make himself smaller for you. “Are you ok..?”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton glared at Caspian before rubbing his face and burying it into his hands, trying to will away the fear that thumped through his chest. He did horribly around loud sounds, especially anything like a gunshot, his eye and his cheek aching in remembrance. Casey startled him a bit, earning spooked eyes before he tried to force himself to relax and talk. And yet nothing came out. He just shook his head wordlessly, propping his elbows on his desk and hiding his face into his hands again, a heavy silence falling over him.

[toothingz]

He feels so sad for chilton, the usually confident and asshole-ish man, now looking at him all spooked. He hums before he walks over and kneels next to chilton, whispering to him “can I help…”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He side eyed Casey for a long moment, swallowing before he found words. "I...... just need a moment. But thank you." He was uncharacteristically soft, gentle even. "... You can go maul that boy for me if you'd like though."

[toothingz]

He nods and sprints out, with no sign of him for 30 or so minutes. When he comes back chilton might wonder if he murdered the boy from all the blood on his clothes, he stays silent when he’s back, rubbing his stomach a bit

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton had take those thirty minutes to calm down to a jittery, but passable state, well enough to work and muscle through this. He did realize he worded that quite badly, and wondered idly if Casey knew how to call an ambulance or hide a body, the aforementioned person walking in as he was thinking. He stared at him, blinking a long moment before speaking. "Ah- Uh. Casey. Stay there for a second, I don't want to mop up that much blood. I have a change of clothes here somewhere...."

[toothingz]

“Mhm..” he shifts, wincing a bit. “He’s mean…” he says softly, almost… out of breath? He wipes his mouth on the front of his shirt, since he doesn’t have sleeves, and sighs a bit, taking a gasp in immediately after, confirming his breathless state. “Got… away..”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton dug in his desk drawer, pulling out a bag with a few changes of clothes within. He looked him over once more when he heard the wince, anxiety fluttering back up. "Are you hurt??"

[toothingz]

“Hard to.. catch my breath-” he says before another sharp gasp as he tries to fill his lungs. His hand is over his diaphragm and he rubs the muscle a bit, trying to smooth whatever pain is there.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"Take a deep inhale, and try to keep your breaths as deep and even as you can-" He stood, gripping his cane tightly, and walked over to Casey, waving his hand away for a moment to note the blossoming bruise. It didn't look too bad, not bad enough for hospital use anyways, but ice would certainly help. "Here, take these and go get cleaned up and changed. I've decided to go home anyways, so you can clean up better there, but I don't want to get blood on my car seat." They shooed him out to his personal bathroom and asked his secretary to bring up a bag of ice wrapped in paper towels once he was gone.

[toothingz]

he goes into the bathroom and cleans up with wet towels, dropping his clothes to the floor and getting the coagulating blood off of him. then he puts on the new clothes and notices.. his hair.. it’s got red in it “damn..” he says, followed by a small gasp. “chilton, can you help- me with my hair?” he asks, interrupting himself with another gasp, which is at least becoming a bit more infrequent.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton came in when called, holding a sealed plastic bag wrapped neatly in papertowels. "Here, hold that to your throat, it's ice. And I can help, just lean over the sink and stay still." He set his cane against the side of the sink, wetting a few papertowels and using those as well a combination of his fingers and more water to rinse the blood out with minimal splash back. Casey was still doomed to the shower when they got home, but it was better than it was before. "Better?"

[toothingz]

he ices his neck for a moment, then pulls back “mm! cold-” he gasps, as if it stole his breath. he enjoys you cleaning his hair though, leaning back a little. he tries to ice his neck a couple more times with a similar reaction. once you’re done, he responds to you “better. thank you.”

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You're welcome." He ran gentle fingers through his long hair for a moment then pulled back, rinsing his hands and drying them before taking his cane back, leaning onto it with relief. Chilton wrapped the bag in more papertowels with a sigh as he realized it was a bit too cold for the other man, handing it back to him. "Keep it on there, it'll help with the bruising and the hurt."

[toothingz]

he tries to keep it on there, clearly not happy with it “if it’s supposed to help why does it feel so bad….” he asks sadly, trying to force himself to keep the ice on his bruising neck

[wannabepsychiatrist]

"You really don't like the cold huh..." Frederick said, frowning slightly. "Nevermind then, just let me know if your throat hurts too badly later and I can give you a Tylenol or something." The bruising would have to just be left be it seems. Worth a try though.

[toothingz]

“Thank you..” he says putting the ice down and using a half fisted hand to guide your arm to his cold throat. If you don’t pull away he uses your wrist to warm his throat up, though the half fisted hand makes sure he’s not grabbing onto Chilton so he can pull back if he wants.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

Chilton was admittedly hesitant, but he didn't pull it away, wondering what the hell he was trying to do before figuring it out as a pale wrist pressed against the column of Casey's throat. Ah. "...... Is that any better?"

[toothingz]

he moves to where your palm is on his throat. the warmth from your palm soothes the cold and even some of the pain, causing him to let out a small hun of contentment.

“mhm. much better. are you ok..?” he looks up at you as he asks, wanting to be sure you’re ok from the earlier disturbance.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

He curled his hand, very very gently, fingertips petting the side of his neck cautiously. He felt like used sandpaper, not quite so harsh it hurt, but certainly very textured regardless. "Hm? I'm...... Better than I was before." Especially now that Casey was here, and safe than before. He shouldn't have sent him out...... It was nice though. He was very capable, very loyal. Chilton hadn't had that in a long time, maybe never.

[wannabepsychiatrist]

OH MY GOD UR BACK

"Yes- I needed a spa day. Or... week. Month. Point was, I needed some time off. Why, did you miss me??"