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Slowly, hoping that that meant Ace was a little more okay, Cass stood up, not letting go of her hands just yet. "I promise, I'll be right back," he grinned, trying not to let on just how worried he was. Of course, he had experience walking people through anxiety attacks- being roommates with a poet with self-destructive habits and a not particularly supportive family meant that he'd had more than his fair share of sitting with someone to try to help them recover- but that didn't mean he didn't still worry endlessly every time it happened.

He leant down to press his lips to her knuckles, bowing with a flourish. "My darling," he said solemnly, before grinning up at her. "One hot chocolate, coming right up."
Heading over to the counter, he placed the orders- two hot chocolates- and hovered to wait for them, bouncing on his toes the whole time and waving at Ace. He didn't want to seem like he was keeping an eye on her because he was concerned, but he was- if she started getting anxious again, he wanted to know the moment it happened.

Returning to the table with the drinks, each one topped with a copious amount of whipped cream, he held one out to Ace as he slid into his seat. "I have returned from the war, my love!" he declared theatrically. "I have conquered many dragons and slayed more knights than I can count, to bring you this gift from lands of afar."

Without really thinking about it, he rested his head on his hands and smiled, thoroughly adoring, at her. "I love you," he mused aloud, and then froze, realising what he'd just said. Was it too early? What if she didn't feel the same way? Was she going to walk out- or have another anxiety attack? What if she refused to speak to him ever again? He tried to keep his smile steady, but inside he felt sick at the possibility.

Was she blushing again? Oh no. Cass had completely won her over with his actions- it seemed like he actually cared for her. Maybe her anxiety had been wrong about him being completely uninterested in her. She certainly wanted it to be false, anyway, seeing as she seriously harboured strong affections towards Cass. He made her feel so at home and safe, something which other people found difficult to achieve. Wow. Ace had fallen hard for him.

“U-Uh..” Ace managed a small stutter at his comment, her freckles quickly sitting on a deeper shade of red as small hands reached forwards to take the beverage into her hands. The warmth of the mug made her feel even more comfortable and at home, which was always nice. Ace kind of needed that right now. She sat forward in her chair and stared directly at him for a couple of moments, her soft emerald orbs searching his light brown in order to figure out if he meant what he was saying.

Over the years, Ace had become pretty decent at reading people- her anxiety certainly made things a lot easier, and it was the only advantage to living with the mental illness. Cass practically radiated warmth and affection, so what he was saying must be true, right? He seemed extremely genuine- and so Ace was more than happy to return the statement.

“I, uh, I love you too.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek and landed on her page, smearing some of the blue leaves. 'Why?' She thought, still looking as if in a trance.

(AHHHHHHHHH SHIPPPPPPPPP and where you at asher )
Kat fell asleep in the tree

(the ship is real )

Asher was about to comment on the drawing but stopped himself when he noticed the tear and froze for a moment.

"...should we? give you some privacy?"

She looked up, quickly drying her tears. "No I'm fine..."

Cass' nerves built up only further at Ace's hesitation, and stuttered response. How had he managed to mess this up so badly? He hadn't meant to make her uncomfortable; Oliver was right- he never knew when to shut up, never knew when he was being annoying or destructive.
He opened his mouth to try to explain it away as a misunderstanding, or to apologise and beg her not to leave- and then she responded in like, and his worry turned to absolute delight.

"You do?" he asked, barely able to believe it. He couldn't even attempt to control just how wide his grin was- nor did he have any interest in doing so, if truth be told. "That's great!" He curled a hand around his chocolate, raising it in a toast. "To true love," he beamed, offering her a freckled hand across the table, continuing to quote with massive theatrics in his voice and hand gestures from the other hand, in a tone that wasn't quite speaking and wasn't quite singing,
"To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing- the need to express, to communicate, to going against the grain, going insane, going mad! To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension; to starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension- not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad... To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits, to fruits, to no absolutes, to Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice, to any passing fad- to being an us for once, instead of a them! La Vie Bohème!" he finished, with a flourish, and a laugh.

She wiped the tear off of her drawing, being careful not to smudge it too much, and wiped it on her hoodie.

Kat puts her face in her knees and tears start to fall down her cheeks. Kat trys not to cry but fails and is crying like she lost her favorite stuffed animal but she just misses her parents.

(I wanna help Kat so bad!)
She looks back up at Asher and Oliver. "So why exactly are you here?" Her tone was harsh and cold like, well, Ice.

(Haha puns and oliver where you at ice need you and asher where you)

(waiting for people I would LOVE to help Kat but Asher doesnt exactly know where she is or what she's doing so )

"Well the Count here needed some shade and well... you're in the shade so... I was just interested in the drawing is all"

He looked at the drawing then back to Ice

"Like I said I'd be willing to go if you needed some space?"

Oliver was, a bit offended. The COUNT? Is that suppose to be like a vampire refrence? How dare h-.... Okay so he may act a bit like a regal figure.... No, he actually acts like a big one. Shaking his head, he refocused at the subject at hand. Oliver crossed his arms an took a small step forward. His pink eyes tracing over Ice before coming to an optimal conclusion.

"You never had a good experience with people have you? Well, I can assure you madamoiselle that my crétin and I here have no intention of hurting you."

(Crétin: Word for Jackass, Idiot, or Moron)

She looked to Oliver, her blue eye looking him up and down. "H-how did you know?" Her voice was low and cautious yet there was a hint of shock.

(I finally put Ice's past up on her profile! Yay! You can read it if you want to but I'm not forcing anyone! )

(Kat is behind the school in a tree )
Kat contiues to cry she wonders what have she really done with her life. Kat puts her head up and wipes her tears before someone see's her. Kat climbs more up the tree and lays down and looks at the sky.

(Oliver and Asher.... Guys? Kat and I need you...)

(Yea)

(Heller)

(Herro)