Hi there! You've reached Cass' cell phone. I'm unable to take your call right now, but please leave me your name, number, and message, and I'll call you back as soon as I can!
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[That's both an unexpected and unsurprising question. Cass has set the wine aside, on the kitchen counter out of the way and had offered Baymax a seat on the couch. She sits across from him now, and her eyes widen at the inquiry.]
[Okay. Okay, don't sound sad. The point here is distraction, do not sound sad.]
Hhheyy Auntie C! Y'know I was sitting here and thinking that you are not getting the full mileage you COULD be getting out of having me as your honorary nephew! That was not a speedster joke, unless it was funny and then it was.
We should go on an aunt-slash-nephew date! Me and Aunt I used to do this ALLLL the time, especially when I was little and it's so bomb. We could go to a science center! Or like, one of those trampoline rooms, those are awesome. Something fun! And then we can do something you wanna do, so we both get to do something we want ANNND we get to introduce the other person to something we like! It's pretty super rad, I know, I'm a genius.
RIGHT! SO! You get back to me, we'll plan this shindig out. Talk to you later! Love ya!
[It's a good thing she didn't notice until work was over, she thinks.
Any other day, a call or text from Wally would not have gone ignored for this long, but with Wanda, Tadashi and Kaneki gone and out, they're shorthanded, and it's busy at the café. By the time Cass has said goodbye to the last patron and cleaned up the place, it's well past closing hours and she's tired, although she did appreciate the distraction. Anyway, it's late when she finally finds time to look at her phone and realizes there's a message in her voicemail. And when she listens to it, she cries. It's been a long two days without Tadashi, and she's finally been here long enough to experience multiple disappearances (and sometimes returns), but more than the grief of loss what hits her now is relief.
Thank goodness. Wally is still here. She hasn't forgotten what she heard from him at August's swear-in.
When she answers, she makes sure her voice is strong and cheerful, but not too fake. None of the sniveling stuff. Wally's smiling for her, and it just won't feel right not to answer to that.]
Wally! I'm sorry, I just saw this message. I'd love to go out somewhere -- I actually haven't been to a science center in years, if you have anywhere in mind. And I'll have to think of something to show you, too!
Well, [she starts while locking the café's door on her end of the line. Everything has been put away, lights are off, windows are closed. She's ready to walk home. So it's nice and comforting to have someone to talk to.] I used to go hiking a lot when I was younger. Sometimes mountain climbing. My sister was more of an indoor type, but I always liked going outside.
Oh man heck yeah! We'll go do some supreme nerd stuff and then go to some outdoorsy jock stuff. Best of both worlds in one outing, two beautiful gingers taking the world by storm- you're technically ginger, right? Dark red is still red.
[ Literally two seconds before there's a soft whoomph from Hiro falling into the beanbag. He still hasn't gotten the hang of landing on something not his face.
He sits up immediately, floating Cass' comm before it can hit the floor and looking around for her. ]
[Cass is already stepping in to hold him before he's even steady on his feet. Her arms snake around and latch on to pull him close, scrambling, almost, to make sure he's really here.]
[ Flesh and blood, heart beating and lungs sucking in a sharp breath. He's barely in her arms before the first sob rises up out of his throat. Fingers trembling, he squeezes around her waist tightly. ]
[What for? she doesn't know. Hiro's in no real danger. She's in no real danger. But she has to make sure he knows. She has him, it'll be okay, they'll get through this moment, they've done it before and they have to go through it again but she sucks in her breath and tucks him against her, hand at the back of his head.]
[ He leans against her then, tears rolling down his face. It hurts. It hurts so much a second time around - having the wound torn open again is just as bad as enduring it in the first place. If anything it hurts more knowing that they had a chance to save him and messed it up. ]
... You know, I've never actually been asked that. Nobody really cares about hair color in San Fransokyo anymore unless they were fighting over if someone's dyed hair was actually black or dark blue. Or red and blood orange?
Anyway, since you're the first to say it, why not? Ginger, that I am. We'll be a fiery storm!
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