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Lucian

Casey hummed softly as he shouldered the back door open, arms full of grocery bags.  He and Sieti had been out all day trying to find the last couple ingredients Casey needed to make Alec's birthday dinner tomorrow.  It would have probably been easier if he'd just gone to the grocery story, but Casey would fully admit to being a produce snob who preferred local grown food to chain supermarkets.  That and, despite living in New Orleans for the last couple months, Sieti still took every opportunity he could to explore the nooks and crannies of the city. He'd found places in the city that Casey's hadn't known existed, despite living here on and off for three years, and so each trip out turned into some kind of adventure.

Sieti darted inside past Casey, causing the blond to stumble and almost end up on the floor with his arms full of groceries.

"Careful Sieti!  I don't want to have to find all this again if it ends up on the floor."

The young boy sent him a guilty look, tail curling around his leg.  "Sorry Casey."

He smiled softly, putting the groceries on the counter.  "It's okay squirt, I just don't want you to wind up a cat pancake."

"Ah, there's the happy family!"

Casey whirled towards the voice, drawing his knife in a blink as he shoved Sieti behind him.  In the dim light of the kitchen, it took a moment for him to register that the figure sitting on his counter was Lucian Tapper, Casey's contact for most of his assassination jobs.  The tall, thin man was lounging on the kitchen island, boney elbows propped up on his knees as he rested his chin on his hands. With a groan, Casey sheathed his knife, leaning over to flick on the lights.

"Why are you creeping in my kitchen in the dark, Lucian?"  he asked dryly, not bothering to hide his annoyance at the man.  Not only did Lucian seem to get a kick out of startling him, something most people tried not to do with assassins, but he had the habit of leaving out job information just to toy with Casey.  So far it had never been anything that could have wound up killing Casey, but the blond wouldn't put it past Lucian to do that just for laughs one day.

"Just wanted to check up on my favorite found family," Lucian replied cheerfully, though, as always, his dead blue eyes remained emotionless.

Sieti hissed at the man, scooting farther behind Casey's legs.

"Mood Sieti," Casey stated, ruffling the boy's hair.   "Hey Sieti, do you mind going upstairs for a few minutes?  Lucian and I apparently have to talk."

Keeping as far away from the brunette as possible, Sieti skirted the edge of the room until he reached the stairs.  Then, giving Lucian one last hiss, he turned and scampered upstairs.

"I don't think the kid likes me," Lucian mused, his feet swinging absently in the air.  As always, Casey found it disconcerting to look at him as the man spoke. For reasons Lucian had never disclosed to him, the man didn't speak like any other human being.  Rather, his voice filtered through a red-haired ragdoll that sat on his shoulder. The dolls seemed to change depending on Lucian's mood and Casey was pretty sure that the man's room must look like something out of a horror movie.

"Is there a reason why you're creeping in my kitchen on the night before Halloween?"  Casey asked dryly, deciding not to expand upon the reasons for Sieti's justified dislike of the man.  While, as far as he knew, nothing had ever happened between the two, the kid generally had spot on instincts for that kind of thing.  "Good way for a man to get stabbed."

Lucian shrugged, cocking his head to the side at an unnatural angle.  A second later the doll's head also moved to the side and Casey couldn't help the shiver the went down his spine.  He honestly hated the way Lucian moved, even without the doll it was the most unnerving thing about the man. To most people, he moved like anyone else, but Casey's job relied on him being about to read the minute changes and differences in how people moved.  Lucian's movements were either too perfect, like they were rehearsed, or jerky, like a puppet learning to move without strings.

"I'm here offering a warning actually."  Lucian pushed himself off the counter, stretching as he did so.

Casey raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the counter.  He drew the knife he kept at his hip, leaning back and grabbing the whetstone to start sharpening it.  "About you, or about someone else?"

The brunette gave a dismissive wave, long slender fingers drawing patterns in the air.  "A warning? About me? Do you think you need one?"

"Would have liked one before I met you," Casey replied dryly.  "Warning, contents may be unstable and leave out crucial information for jobs.  Also sometimes a dick."

With a gasp that was obviously faked, Lucian clasped a hand to his heart.  "How rude. 'May be unstable'? The nerve. I'm very unstable, thank you very much."

The hiss of the blade against the whet stone was Lucian's only reply as Casey glared coldly at him.

"And the audience is a killer today," Lucian muttered under his breath.  With a sigh, he reached into his long brown overcoat, producing a folder and presenting it to Casey.  "One of the bar's new patreons has some unsavory connections. Just wouldn't want Sieti getting any bad influences."

The look that passed between the two was all Casey needed to know as he took the folder from Lucian.

"I'll take care of it."

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Date Night

Casey hummed softly as he moved through the kitchen, the song one of the street performers had been playing stuck in his head.  He’d spent all morning out at the open air market, trying to find the right ingredients for the dinner he had planned.  With Sieti over at a friend’s house for the evening, and the bar closed, Casey and Alec had a night to themselves for the first time in a while.  And there was no way Casey was going to waste it.

Setting the pasta water to boil, Casey started rummaging around the closet for the basket he knew was hidden somewhere in the mess.  It used to be that he and Alec would go out somewhere once a week whenever the bar was closed.  Sometimes they went to some place fancy, an expensive restaurant or a night in an upscale hotel, but if Casey had to be honest, he preferred the low key dates.  The late nights in the parks, the bad horror movie nights, that one date they’d accidentally ended up in Faerie and had to find their way back, those were the night Casey adored.  Okay, so the last one had been a tad annoying with having to run from the damn Wild Hunt, but Alec’s breathless laughter as they got back to their realm still rang in Casey’s best dreams.

“There you are you brat,” Casey muttered as he extracted the picnic basket from under six jackets, five pairs of winter boots, and a small hoard of scarves.  “Why the fuck do I have all this winter gear again?  This place never really gets cold.”

He knew Alec would argue with him, but considering the blond had survived winters in New York growing up and Russia on several assassin jobs, his argument carried more weight.

With a soft groan, he stood, popping his back, before heading back to the kitchen with the basket.  The water in the pot was boiling by now so he quickly added the pasta, sprinkling in some salt for flavor.  After setting the timer, he snagged the bread and sandwich ingredients and turned back to the island.  He sang softly, an old Irish tune he remembered from his mother, as he fixed dinner, straining the pasta as soon as the timer went off and running it under cold water.  Time drifted by unnoticed as he finished making the pasta salad.  There had been one time, before tragedy struck, before his path changed, that he’d dreamed of doing this for a living.  Of going to culinary school and traveling the world cooking for people rather than killing.  A part of him still missed it, still wished he had gone that path instead of becoming an assassin.  But he also knew he’d never have met Alec and Sieti if he had.

And he wouldn’t give up either of them for the world.

“Casey?  You in here?”  Alec’s voice rang out from the back door, followed moments later with the door slamming shut.

“In the kitchen,” Casey called back, sticking the last of the preparations in the basket.  “Just finishing up.”

Alec appeared in the doorway a moment or two later, drying his hair with the hand towel Casey kept in the bathroom.  “So… we may have to postpone the picnic…  It’s pouring buckets out there.”

Casey’s face fell as he looked between his soaked boyfriend and the picnic dinner he’d just finished preparing.  “Well fuck me.”

Alec snickered, moving over to slide his arms around Casey’s waist.  “At least feed me first, love.”

Casey laughed, leaning back so he could kiss Alec.  “You know… we still have that new show to catch up on.  And I do have this picnic dinner already prepared…”

Alec’s eyes lit up as he returned the kiss.  “An indoor picnic then?  You do know how to treat a guy.”

Chuckling, Casey slid a hand through Alec’s still wet hair.  “Let’s get you into some dry clothes first.”

Alec pouted up at him playfully.  “Do I have to?”

“Well you did want me to feed you first,” Casey teased, sliding a hand down to rest on Alec’s hip.  “We do have all night after all.”

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Alec Lawson

Full Name: Aleski Lawson

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Half Faerie

Occupation: Bartender

Age: 20

Birthday: October 31st

Height: 5′10″

Personality: ENFP

Physical Appearance: Dusky skinned with messy black hair and sea green eyes, he almost always has a soft smile gracing his lips.  Most of the time his eyes appear normal, when he uses a lot of magic or gets angry they switch to a slit pupil, courtesy of his faerie heritage.  It’s also due to his heritage that he has slightly pointed ears and sharper teeth than a normal human. 

Clothing Style: Alec’s wardrobe consists of jeans and t-shirts that he usually found in second hand stores or on sale.  A fan of the more earthy tones, a lot of Alec’s jeans end up with grass and dirt stains from his gardening or when he’s snapping pictures in the local parks.

Personality: Kind and easygoing, Alec tends to wear his heart on his sleeve and is quick to help others in need.  While he’s hardworking, he can also often be caught daydreaming, his illusions sometimes giving said daydreams shape as they drift around him.  Fiercely protective, he’s not above cutting someone down to size with a sharp tongue when needed.

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Sieti Rivera

Full Name: Sieti Rivera

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Dream Walker

Occupation: Student

Age: 10

Birthday: March 6th

Height: 4′5″

Personality: ENFP

Physical Appearance: Small for his age, Sieti has messy black hair that refuses to be tamed and mischievous gold eyes.  Like the rest of his species, he has a dream trait that makes him stand out from the general human population, in Sieti’s case a black cat tail.  

Clothing Style: Like most ten year olds, Sieti’s clothing style is based around what’s comfortable and easily cleaned.  A fan of bright colors, a lot of his shirts also have fish or cat patterns.

Personality: A small ball of sunshine, Sieti is almost always cheerful and hyperactive.  Curious to a fault, he often gets into places he’s not supposed to, usually in pursuit of fish or sunbeams.  Trusting and a bit naive, he makes friends quickly and never lets a bad mood keep him down for long.

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Casey Darrow

Full Name: Casey Darrow

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Human

Occupation: Bar Owner/Assassin

Age: 22

Birthday: April 16th

Height: 6′2″

Personality: ESTP

Physical Appearance: Tall with messy blond hair, blue eyes, and light stubble, Casey carries himself with the ease and confidence of a man who’s been through hell and survived.  His daily workouts have left him lean and muscular while his time traveling the world have left him tanned.  He has various scars across his body from old fights, the most prominent being one on the right side of his collar bone and a gunshot scar on his left side.

Clothing Style: Easy and relaxed, he’s almost always in jeans and a comfortable shirt.  Almost always armed, he generally has one knife visible on his hip as well as a multitude hidden on his person.  Colder seasons sees the addition of a leather jacket, though half the time this ends up being stolen by Alec or Sieti.

Personality: While he originally comes off as laid back, Casey is a man you don’t want to mess with.  It takes a lot for the assassin to lose his cool, but the easiest way is to threaten his friends or family.  Though his normal cheerful, sarcastic, and flirtatious personality puts a lot of people at ease, he can switch to the emotionless assassin at a moment’s notice, sometimes before his opponents even know what hit them.

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Morning Musing

The distant sounds of Mardi Gras drifted in through Alec’s open window, the ruckus of voices and laughter mixing with the brassy tones of jazz music.  Alec hummed along to the familiar tune of Carnival Time as he scrolled through his emails, checking the order status for his online shop.  The rich scent of drying herbs surrounded him, some still drying in the window while a pile of others sat next to him waiting to be added to the shelf of jars behind his desk.  Books filled the room, the bookshelves over flowing into precariously balanced stacks on the floor.  There was a soft groan from the bed behind him and Casey rolled over, poking his head out from under the pile of blankets.

“Isn’t it too early for the parties to start?”  He muttered, his half-asleep state making his New York accent more distinct.

Alec laughed, rolling back and swiveling his chair around so he could kiss Casey’s cheek.  “You’ve basically lived here for the last three years, don’t you already know the answer to that question?”

The blond stretched, yawning loudly as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.  “Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it.”

With a soft chuckle, Alec swiveled his chair back around to face the desk, checking the oldest order in his emails.  He smiled as he recognized the email address of one of his regulars, already knowing what herbal tea blend she was asking for.  “Are you saying you don’t like parties, Case?”

Casey let out a soft huff, halfway between amusement and annoyance.  Pulling himself out of bed, he moved over so he could drape his arms around Alec’s shoulders.  “They make a good cover when you’re trying to escape the police.”

Humming, he ran his hand through Alec’s hair, leaning down to kiss the column of his throat.  “But I tend to prefer one-on-one engagements.”

Alec let out a soft sigh of contentment, tilting his head to the side.  “Certainly enjoyed yourself last night.”

Casey smiled against Alec’s skin, moving his hands down to wrap around his boyfriend’s waist.  “I most certainly did.  Any chance of a rerun?”

This earned a laugh from Alec and he shifted so he could kiss Casey.  “Afraid it’s going to have to be later, love, I’ve got to finish these orders up.”

“Do you have to?”  Casey asked, pouting playfully.  “I’m sure Mrs. Reynolds would understand if her tea was a bit late.”

Alec leaned back so he could look Casey in the eyes, raising an eyebrow at him.  “Do you want to explain to Emily Reynolds, sweet kindly grandmother of eight, Emily Reynolds, that’s why her tea is late?”

For a split second Casey stared at him before horror dawned on his face as the scenario played out in his mind.  “One second thought… why don’t I just help you finish those up…?”

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School Day Blues

“Do I have to?”  Sieti whined, tail dropping pitifully as he looked up at Casey with big, sorrow-filled eyes.

Casey lifted his gaze to the ceiling, muttering a silent prayer to whatever god would give him strength.  “I’m afraid it’s not an option, squirt.”

“But why?”  Sieti whined again, flopping onto the floor.

“I killed people for money,” Casey muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “I murdered people in cold blood. Why is this so much harder?”

Taking a deep breath, he glanced down at Sieti, crossing his arms.  “Because I don’t have the resources to educate you on my own here. So I’m afraid you do have to go to school.”

“But can’t Alec just teach me?”  Sieti asked, crossing his arms and adopting the same expression as Casey.  “He’s smart at least.”

Casey blinked slowly, mentally processing that statement.  He opened his mouth to reply, paused, and closed it again with a snap.  Finally, he met Sieti’s gaze with a huff. “Are you saying I’m not smart?”

“Alec knows snipe aren’t real fish,” Sieti shot back, sticking his tongue out at Casey.

Alec choked on his breakfast and Casey shot a glare towards where his boyfriend was perched up on the counter.  He knew he had totally walked into that one, but he'd be damned if he admitted as much to either of them. The snipe joke had been hilarious, and he'd already paid for it with a bed full of wet fish the next morning.

"Alec has stuff he needs to do too," Casey pointed out.  "He has his own life outside of the bar, you know."

Sieti blinked, cocking his head to look at Alec.  "You do?"

It was Casey's turned to burst out laughing, his laughter only getting louder as Alec bounced a biscuit off his head.  Sieti started giggling too, covering his mouth with both hands as his gaze turned mischievous.

"Now that's just rude," Alec stated, playfully sticking his tongue out at Sieti.  "Just for that, I'm not making jambalaya for dinner tonight."

The mood instantly changed and Sieti and Casey exchanged horrified looks.  Casey scooted over to the counter, wrapping his arm around Alec and pulling him into a side hug.

"Aw come on, don't punish me too," Casey whined, giving Alec his best pitiful look.  "You know mine never turns out half as good as yours."

Alec hummed cheerfully, pushing himself off the counter and giving Casey a quick kiss before scooping Sieti up in his arms.  He poked the young boy in the side, earning a playful giggle as Sieti swatted at his hand. "How about this? If the munchkin here goes to school today without complaining anymore, I'll make y'all all the jambalaya you can eat."

He paused to poke Sieti in the nose this time, earning another giggle.  "And, if you go to school and behave all week, well, I'll convince Casey to cook that salmon you like so much."

Sieti's eyes went huge, tail twitching back and forth as he licked his lips.  "Promise?"

Alec chuckled softly, ruffling Sieti's hair.  "Promise."

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Chosen One

Sieti stared in wide eyed awe at the giant ball of white fluff in front of him before nervously scooting behind Casey’s leg.  His tail twitched back and forth before curling around his own leg.  Reaching up, he tugged at Casey’s shirt, trying to get the assassin’s attention.  The blond was currently arguing prices with one of the street vendors, had been for what seemed like hours to Sieti, but this was infinitely more important.

“Casey…  Casey!”  

The blond blinked down at him, cocking his head to the side.  “What’s up squirt?  Do you want some ice cream?”

Sieti shook his head, not taking his eyes off the form in front of him.  Carefully, he reached out, pointing at the mound of fluff in front of him.  “Casey, look!”

Following his gesture, Casey cocked his head to the side, smiling softly as the giant white cat lifted her head, yawning and stretching before getting comfortable again.  Sieti squealed, letting go of Casey’s shirt to clap happily.

“She’s gorgeous Casey.  Can we go say hi?  Please?  Please?”

Casey laughed softly, scooping up Sieti with a nod.  “I don’t see why not.  She is really pretty.”

He started walking over to where the white cat was resting, but Sieti put an arm on his shoulder.

“Wait, wait!”

Ignoring the quizzical look Casey gave him, Sieti quickly smoothed down his hair and the fur of his tail.  Then, turning his attention to Casey, he studied him for a moment, then made a grabby motion with his hands.

“Lean down please,” He said, earning a very curious look from the blond, who obliged.

Sticking his tongue between his teeth, Sieti tried his best to smooth the assassin’s hair down too.  After a moment of struggling, he gave an annoyed huff before crossing his arms and inspecting Casey.

“Will have to do.”

Casey raised an eyebrow at that.  “What?  Don’t think I look pretty enough?”

Sieti gave him a flabbergasted look, shaking his head at the nerve of some adults.  “One has to look proper when going to speak to a lady.”

Now that he deemed them, mostly, ready, Sieti gave a nod and made a shooing motion to get Casey to head over to the cat.  Casey set him down on the wall next to the cat and Sieti made a few soft noises as he scooted closer to her.  The last thing he wanted to do was disturb this beauty.

She blinked slowly at him, bright green eyes studying him carefully.  Then, leaning out daintily, she sniffed his hand, then headbutted it.

Sieti gasped, eyes going wide.  “I have been chosen.”

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Snipe Hunt

In Casey's humble opinion, sunny days in summer were made for lounging around outside and napping the day away.  With late nights spent running the bar and early mornings spent training to make sure he was ready if another job came his way, it was days like today he let himself relax.  Currently he was flopped on the grass, half hidden from the hot sun under the shade of the tree.  He had a cold drink resting in the grass beside him,  a soft breeze coming off the water, and no plans until well after the sunset.  Today was going to be beautiful.

"Casey!"

Sieti's happy shout was the only warning Casey got before the young boy dropped down onto his back.  Casey let out a loud groan, turning his head to look at Sieti.  The young boy grinned cheerfully at him, sliding off his back to bounce on the ground.  Behind him, Casey could see Alec, his boyfriend and one of the bartenders at Imeall Scian.  The dark haired man was the only person Casey trusted with everything, from the secrets about his job as an assassin to babysitting Sieti when Casey needed some time for himself.

Which was what he was supposed to be doing now.

"Hey Case."  Alec grinned, his voice holding the distinctive drawl of his native New Orleans.  "Sieti wanted to swing by the park to check out the fish."

Casey raised an eyebrow at the dark haired man, who met the expression with a cheerful grin.  While Casey loved Sieti, the boy's endless energy was sometimes far too much to deal with after a night of wrestling bar patrons.  That's why he'd asked Alec to watch Sieti for the day, so he could decompress.

Alec flopped down on the grass next to Casey, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.

Sieti made a small noise of disgust.  "Ew, adults kissing."

Casey raised an eyebrow at Alec, a playful smirk sliding over his lips.  It had been a while since they’d gotten a few moments to themselves.

"Hey Sieti, did you know there's a super rare fish around here?"  He asked, rolling over onto his side.  He could feel Alec judging him, but ignored his friend for the moment.

Sieti's eyes went and he scooted closer to Casey.  "Super rare fish?"

Casey rolled his shoulders, groaning softly at the stretch, before continuing.  "Yeah, it's supposed to be this super rare fish only found in this area.  Legend goes that it really hard to catch too, but tastes amazing."

Sieti leaned in even closer, the gold in his eyes almost completely eclipsed by black pupils.  His tail was twitching back and forth across the grass and Casey knew that he was going to pay so badly for this later.

"It's about this big," he said, holding his hands about a foot apart.  "Bright blue and super fast.  I think it's called a snipe?"

To his left, Alec made a noise that was halfway between a laugh and utter disbelief.  Sieti on the other hand, nodded solemnly before pulling himself to his feet.

"I'm going to catch it."

"You are a horrible human being," Alec said, watching Sieti dart off towards the water.

"I killed people for money, Alec.  Are you only just now realizing this?"  Casey raised an eyebrow up at the other man.

"This is worse."  Alec playfully shoved Casey, who grabbed his hand and pulled the smaller man over to him.

"Well… now we have a few moments to ourselves…"  He winked at Alec who rolled his eyes before kissing him again.

"Still the worst."

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Fishy Morning

Casey should have known better than to think he'd be able to sleep in.  It was a rare night in general when he managed to fall asleep so quickly after the bar closed, and even rarer when he gave himself a break from his morning workout.  But considering the fights he'd had to break up over the last couple days, he figured he'd earned himself a break.  It was nice to finally have a chance to catch up on some sleep.

"Casey…" the voice slid into his half dreaming state, bringing with it a distinct desire for fish.

"No," he mumbled, curling tighter into his blankets as he chased after the dregs of sleep.  "No fish."

There was a soft huff and the distinct feeling that he was being judged before a small weight pulled itself up onto his bed.

"Casey…"  The voice called again as the presence crawled up his bed to flop across his chest.  "Wake up…"

"Five more minutes," he protested, lightly swatting at the hand that was trying pry his eyelids open.  "Just five more minutes."

"No sleep," he could now register the voice was Sieti, the young boy sitting on his chest.  "You promised me fish."

With a groan, Casey opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at the young boy.  Sieti's black hair was still ruffled from sleep, gold eyes glinting mischievously as his tail twitched back and forth.  He leaned forward, poking Casey in the forehead.

"You promised me fish today."

Casey chuckled, brushing the ten year old's hand away from his forehead.  "I'm pretty sure I promised you fish after I woke up."

Sieit cocked his head to the side, a playful smirk sliding across his lips.  "Never said you had to wake up on your own."

The ex-assassin blinked, replaying the previous night's bargaining session in his head.  The discussion had started when Sieti wanted to put off a history project for another night, despite it being due in two days.  According to Sieti, he'd easily be able to do it in one night.  And so, being the mature, wonderful parental figure he was, Casey had bet Sieti all the fish he could eat if he could finish it in one night.  And now, in hindsight, he had not specified that Sieti couldn’t wake him up.

"Were you always this devious, or am I being a bad influence on you?"  He asked, dragging a hand through his dirty blond hair.

Sieti cocked his head to the side, cat tail twitching side to side.  "Bit of both."

With a soft groan, Casey pushed himself up onto his elbows, sending Sieti tumbling back with a small 'oof'.  The dream walker gave him a sulky glare before grabbing one of Casey's fluffier pillows and hugging it tight to his chest.

"Come on.  Fish."  He poked Casey in the side with his foot.  "Give me the fish."

"You have to let me get dressed first, kid," Casey groaned as he rolled out of bed.  He yawned loudly as he stretched, feeling the slight pull in his muscles from the bar fight last night.  It wasn't a bad strain, more like the pleasant one after a workout, and the fact that he'd finally got a chance to punch that smug asshole Dubois was a bonus.

Sieti rolled his eyes, but made himself comfortable on Casey's bed as the blond moved through his normal morning stretches.  Even if he was skipping the work out this morning, the last thing he wanted was his muscles locking up if he got into another fight this evening.  Most of the people who frequented his bar were cool, but every now and then a newcomer showed up who didn't want to play by the rules.

After Casey had exited the bathroom, slicking his still wet hair out of deep blue eyes, Sieti leapt off the bed to tackle him.  Barely reacting in time, Casey caught the young boy, swinging him around and tickling him, earning delighted shrieks.

"No fair, no fair!"  Sieti giggled, trying to push Casey's hand away.

"Says the one who tried to ambush me," Casey teased, shifting so Sieti was sitting up on his shoulders.

"For the sake of fish," Sieti informed him, patting him on the head.  "Now, mush."

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Hello~

My name's Shadow and this is my writing blog, where I'll be posting drabbles, short stories, and eventually serials. I'm planning on posting at least one drabble a week, and I will take drabble requests if you give me one of my characters and a scenario! Come check out my blog if you have some time to kill and enjoy contemporary fantasy.

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