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her cheeks warm up at his compliment and she can't help the laugh that spills from his lips at the string of messages cash sends her. oh, she can definitely tell, but it makes her feel a little better about this that he's nervous, too.

> you really know how to flatter a gal, don't you? > it's relieving to know you're a guy who cares about your date's comfort. after the dates i've had, i wonder if some of them forget how important that is > to me, at least, and others, i'm sure > i'm a bit nervous, too, though, if that helps any > but you did make me smile and laugh > do you know that cafe, latte lounge? how about we meet there? > if it's good for you, how about we meet there at 5pm? gives me time to close up shop and head home to clean up a bit!

   to  a  degree,  he  imagined  it  a  joke  she  swiped  on him  of  all  people.  yet,  she  responded  to  his  message  and  his  eyes  widen  reading  hers  over  again  and  again. well...  shit.  he  cants  his  head  to  the  side,  thinking  it  over.  alright,  well.  shoot  the  shot,  right?  that's  why  he's  hovering  the  app.  a  lot  of  one  night  stands  and  very  few  meaningful  dates  -  didn't  mean  one  couldn't  hope  he'd  run  across  someone  who  would  make  it  meaningful.  she  seemed  the  type.  though  not  the  type  to  be  into him. 

>  could  say  the  same  to  you  about  types  but  never  was  one  to  pass  on  a  pretty  girl  😛 >  guess  we've  got  it  on  good  authority  we're  interested >  authority.  blegh.  i  don't  like  authority.  obviously  lmao >  ANYWAY  >  what  kind  of  places  do  you  prefer  going  to?  >  from  what  i  understand,  the  pretty  girl  picks  the  place  and  the  lucky  dude  pays  the  bill.  so  that's  how  we'll  do  it.  works  for  me. >  i  mean,  i  get  how  it  is  at  first  not  knowin  the  dude  so  the  more  comfortable  you  are  the  better >  i'm  rambling.  i'm  nervous.  i'll  admit  to  that.  can  you  tell? >  dumb  question.  you  totally  probably  can  and  i'm  acting  the  fool  >  it's  cool  though.  >  i  mean,  if  you  laughed  or  smiled,  i'll  take  that  as  a  w

> i'll see you at the cafe at 5pm, then 😊

well! the messaging process went surprisingly better than she thought it would. okay, good, that's good. she's a little more relaxed now. around three-thirty, her boss called and gave the okay for her to close up for the day, so agatha eagerly went to her car after doing just that and drove home. she showers, blow dries her hair (if she didn't, it'd take hours for it to dry), and gets dressed.

admittedly, deciding what to wear was a bit difficult. agatha wants to dress nice for a first date, but not overly so, nor overly casual. it's a date! she stops for a moment, biting her lower lip as she can't help but smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling. agatha rocks on the balls of her feet, unable to contain her excitement. unlike the other dates, she has an especially good feeling about this one. cash seems like a really great guy! he's cute, he's sweet, he already seems so caring. agatha hopes this works, she wants this to work out. she manages to calm herself and finishes getting dressed, lastly pulling her shoes on. she pats her dog's head, grabs her bag, keys and phone and heads out to her car.

she arrives at the cafe only five or so minutes after the time they settled on, a bit flustered as she comes up behind him, recognizing that blue hair immediately. she was going to apologize for being a little late, but stops when she sees cash's shirt. agatha blinks and then she can't help the laugh that spills from her lips. " you're very bold, aren't you, cash? "

>  well  being  a  dick  is  a  one  way  ticket  to  not  getting  a  second  date  so  i'm  not  in  the  business  of  bein  like  that  😛 >  also  i  mean  i  was  raised  treat  others  the  way  you  wanna  be  treated  and  it  works  most  of  the  time.  unless  someone  doesn't  subscribe  to  the  idea  and  is  needlessly  a  dick  to  you.  but  then  that  means  if  you  follow  the  rule  you  can  do  it  back  because  if  they  treat  you  bad  that  means  they  wanna  be  treated  bad.  full  circle.  kinda  funny  to  put  in  practice.  they  never  see  it  comin  for  some  reason.  >  anyway,  yeah,  that  sounds  perf.  i'll  be  there.  probably  gonna  be  hard  to  miss.  blue  mohawk  kinda  gives  it  away  every  time.

   and  that  makes  it  time  to  put  the  phone  down  and  go  through  the  arduous  task  of  'how  do  i  want  to  present  myself'.  it's  a  good  few  hours  of  time  he  has  to  pace  the  house,  take  a  shower,  organize  his  clothes.  reorganize  them.  pick  an  outfit.  put  it  back.  pick  another.  put  that  back.  he  settles  eventually  for  what  he  normally  wears.  first  impression  should  be  how  he  just is. 

   he  settles  on  the  faded  and  ripped  jeans  (stylistic  choice)  coupled  with  a  red  and  white  shirt  which  reads  on  the  front  'WHAM  BAM  NO  THANK  YOU  MA'AM'  which  he  thinks  is  rather  hilarious.  he  looks  like  a punk  with  no  regard  for  propriety  -  which  fits  the  bill.  perfectly. 

   he's  on  time,  five  on  the  damn  dot,  when  he  arrives  at  the  cafe.  he  almost  immediately  feels  out  of  place  -  seeing  as  he's  not  the  usual  clientelle  for  a  place  like  this.  for  a  moment  he  pauses  in  the  doorway,  awkwardly  shifting  from  one  foot  to  the  other. was  dating  always  this  fuckin'  hard?  christ  no  wonder  i  downloaded  tinder.

" no, i love that a lot, really. i love when people feel they can be themselves around me. " she tells him, her smile growing even more. it's really one of the best feelings in the world, being told someone wants or is trying to be themself around her. " yeah, i know how people can be about appearances. i can promise you won't face any judgement from me for dressing how you want. " agatha gives a firm nod.

" oh, pretty much everything. " she says with a laugh, heading toward the counter with him now. " there's a lot of sweets here, like mini tarts, cupcakes, pastries, stuff like that. a lot to choose from. " agatha points out some of the sweets in the display case. she pushes her glasses back up her nose as she straightens up to look at cash. " if i don't feel like trying something different, i usually go for my favorite here: their mini strawberry-rhubarb tarts. they're so good. " she breathes out the last sentence. " the coffee is really good, too, so if you want that, i might have some myself. "

   well  -  his  outfit  got  the  laugh.  at  the  very  least  it's  better  than  a  condescending  stare.  some  even  walked  out  when  he  showed  up  dressed  like  he  normally  does.  it  sets  the  expectations;  and  he's  relieved  she  accepts,  tolerates  and  even  finds  amusement  in  it.  he  offers  a  wide  grin  and  gives  an  open  armed  shrug. 

   "figured  it's  best  i  just  give  ya me.  no  sense  showin'  ya  somethin'  you're  not  gonna  get  twenty-four  seven.  s'how  i  make  my  first  impressions.  that's  how  i  know  if  things'll  work  or  if  there's  gonna  be  an  issue  or  i  ain't  up  to  a  specific  expectation.  some  people  are...  yeesh.  y'know?" 

   he  purses  his  lips  for  a  moment,  dragging  his  gaze  to  the  front  of  the  shop.  "so,  uh...  i  don't usually  go  to  these  places.  what's,  y'know,  good  here?"  he  turns  back  with  a  sheepish  grin.  "i'll  admit  to  a  sweet  tooth  preference.  usually  double  sugar  double  cream  in  the  coffee  typa  guy."

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“ you’re scared. you’re not thinking straight. ” ghost says it far too calmly - for a man coated in blood.

outlast: whistleblower. / accepting!

her heart pounds harshly against her ribs as she stares up at ghost. she really, really wishes she and the vampire could stop meeting like this. she's not sure how much more of being scared awake she can take! in the faerie's fright, she had scrambled to grab the nearest object: a flashlight she kept by her bed in case of power outages. it was a pretty hefty flashlight and could easily be used for defense, though it would've probably felt more like getting hit by a stick to the vampire, if that much. agatha only wields it defensively, holding it out from herself as she had scrambled back against her pillows, knees drawn to her chest to make herself smaller. with all the blood, she didn't even recognize him.

" y-yeah? well, y-you— y-you'd be s-s-scared, too! " she snaps back, though it was ghost, so probably not. other vampires were likely frightened of him and agatha wouldn't blame them. he's certainly terrifying to wake up to! more so when he's coated in blood, like now. her gaze travels downward, over his blood-soaked clothes, boots, then the floor. " i-i-i j-just cleaned the floor in here. " oh, yeah, way to have your priorities in check, agatha. what can she really say, though?

agatha looks away and manages to calm herself a little, the hand holding the flashlight lowering to rest atop the now bunched up blankets, her legs relaxing as she straightens them out. she sighs, leaning forward and holding her head in her hand. the exhaustion was hitting her again, but she doesn't lay back down, she just sets the flashlight aside and gets out of bed.

she fumbles for her glasses, putting them on. " come on, l-let's g-get you cleaned up, ghost. i-i'll g-get the shower going, you can change out of y-your clothes and— a-and i-i'll wash them for you. "

“ here, take the blade. ” (Ghost, teaching Aggie to wield bladed weapons)

outlast: whistleblower. / accepting!

her gaze lowers to the blade. she didn't actually expect either soap or ghost to take her interest in learning to fight with any sort of blade seriously. she just thought she'd get brushed off, especially by ghost, who seemed more than eager to be done with her. regardless, she supposes she should be grateful that he's at least willing to try. finally agatha nods and takes the sword from him, fingers wrapping around the hilt. it's a little heavier than she imagined, the tip dipping down slightly before she gets a better hold on it. " okay... n-now what? " she asks timidly, looking up at ghost for guidance or some instruction.

gasp! cute dog!!! she kneels down, petting the top of his head and giving him chin scratches.

   sits.  makes  a  soft  little  noise  -  it  sounds  like  he  has  oinked.  evidently  he  wants  something  (very  likely  to  be  pet).  he  is  a  very  patient  little  guy.  maybe  he  should  get  something  (pet).

" aww... " she giggles softly, continuing to pet the top of his head. " you are so cute! but i'm positive you know that already, don't you? " she smiles, scratching at the sides of his face now.

   puts  his  paws  up  on  her  knees  to  stick  his  snoot  in  her  face.  he  boops  his  nose  up  against  hers  before  easing  his  head  under  her  chin  and  resting  there,  another  little  oink  like  noise  escaping  him,  tail  wagging.

[ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. (Cash & Aggie)

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she gasps when cash's fist connects with the mans' cheek, eyes widening and her hands coming up to her mouth as she backs away a few steps. she didn't expect a little convenience store run before their date in the theater to turn out this way, but after the man had threatened her, agatha was immediately glad that cash was here with her. how terrible it could've potentially turned out if he wasn't.

she watches the man scramble to his feet and run off before quickly closing the distance between her and cash, wrapping her arms around him, fingers curling into his shirt. " th-thank you, cash. " the faeries' voice trembles as she looks up at him. gods, her heart is still beating a mile a minute. " c-can we just... sit in the c-car for a bit before we head to— t-to th-the theater? "

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. (Johnny & Aggie)

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she holds her pencil between her lips, brow furrowed slightly as she erases a mistake she made. it isn't too easy, drawing from memory when agatha's memory kind of sucks even at the best of times. still, she didn't have her camera with her when she saw these flowers, so she tried to memorize them as best as she could, holding onto that image in her mind for as long as possible. she blends some of the shading with her finger, giving it a somewhat smoother look before picking the pencil back up. agatha leans over the drawing a bit as she gets down some of the finer details, pausing a moment to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, getting a bit of graphite on her cheek in the process.

agatha sits up, leaning back in the chair and stretching, feeling a few of her vertebra pop. well, her back feels a little better now. she sips some of her peach soda and eats a few pretzels, wiping her hands on a napkin before continuing with her drawing. after a little bit, she gets that peculiar feeling of being watched. the kids are in school, simon's out, so it could only be johnny. agatha's gaze lifts and she sees him watching from the couch, her heart fluttering from that look on his face. a sheepish smile forms on her lips, a light blush dusting her freckled cheeks. she used to get self conscious when he or simon would do that, but these days she doesn't mind it at all. agatha sits up again. " do you want to see what i'm working on? "

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. (Simon & Aggie)

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she sits on the porch, chin resting on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs, slowly rocking back and forth a little to soothe herself. today was quite the day and now she just— she needed a moment.

agatha hears the door open behind her and feels the comforting weight of a heavy jacket. she glances up, and upon seeing simon, she manages a smile, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. " thank you. i didn't think to grab a sweater or anything else when i came out here. i just... needed some peace and quiet before the noise got to be too much. " she sighs, looking away. agatha wasn't keen on having a meltdown in front of everyone.

she runs her fingers through her hair. " a lot went on today. the kids woke me up super early, which frazzled me a bit, but i managed to get them to eat breakfast and drove them to school. went into work, and i guess i was still a bit off from how i'd woken up and i screwed up a few orders. " agatha frowns, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. " got yelled it a few times, it shook me up a bit. then i brought the kids home, got them to have a snack and settle down to do their homework so they could have some free time to play around. they just... the noise was getting to me after an already bad day, so i came out here because if i snapped or got upset, i'd be so angry with myself. " another sigh leaves her and she shakes her head.

her gaze remains averted for a moment longer before she looks back up at simon. her smile returns. " thank you for the jacket. i'll head back in soon. "

why is she getting the intense feeling everything is the opposite of fine? " cash... " she smells the smoke now, and the burning food. now she's worried. " cash. " maybe agatha shouldn't have left him alone here while she went to the convenience store for ice cream.

" it's in the pantry, hanging up on a hook on the wall. "

   “alright.  so.  i  want  to  start  this  with;  nothing  is  on  fire.  everything  is  fine.”  cash  taps  his  finger  against  a  bicep,  arms  crossed.  he  purses  his  lips  before  the  next  part  of  the  question  comes.  “but…” 

   “do  we  have  a  fire  extinguisher?”

she stares at all the roombas in their docks, dormant for the moment. seventeen was just... sixteen too many. " i-i'm n-not sure that's a good idea... " agatha tells him, looking back up at him. she doesn't know whether to be amused that he did this or worried that he was planning for the possibility of an intruder of sorts. " w-why not just get a g-guard dog or s-something? m-maybe s-set up a security system. "

   “why  did  i  buy  seventeen  roombas?  well.  because.”  he  puts  his  hands  to  his  hips.  “i  set  alexa  up  to  respond  to  ‘alexa,  intruder  alert’  by  turning  off  all  the  lights,  setting  the  volume  to  one  hundred,  say  ‘so  you  have  chosen  death’,  play  the  doom  eternal  ost  track  ‘the  only  thing  they  fear  is  you’  and  then  release  all  seventeen  roombas.”

good, good, they can start returning these, th— illegal roombas? illegal? agatha turns, flabbergasted. " cash, w-w-where o-on earth could you have gotten i-illegal roombas? " how would they even go about returning those?! she waves her hands. " cash. cash. babe, i-i th-think illegal roombas are also n-not the way to go. " agatha is fairly certain a guard dog or a security system would be far more helpful than... roombas.

   “hm…  maybe  you're  right.”  cash  thinks  it  through,  pursing  his  lips.  “i  do  have  the  illegal  roombas  i  could  hook  up  as  well.  maybe  seventeen  isn't  an  intimidating  enough  number.”  he's  very  much  considering  now  taking  out  the  robbed  shipment  of  roombas.  before  he  legally  bought  seventeen.  “maybe  the  legal  roombas  aren't  enough.  you  have  such  a  good  point.”  he  nods  to  himself  -  though  he's  completely  missed  her  point.

—robbed?! she exhales slowly through her nose, her hands coming up to massage her temples. calm, she has to stay calm. " there aren't even enough knives f-for the— th-the legally obtained roombas, cash. " agatha tells him with another sigh. usually, when it comes to people, she feels an abundance of patience, but he is making her use up every bit of it. " w-who even has s-s-seventeen knives?! "

   “no  -  see  -  i  robbed  a  whole  shipment  of  them  before  buying  them  legally.  i  figured  the  illegal  ones  might  be  a  bit  much  but  now  that  you  point  out  seventeen  won't  quite  do  it.”  he  starts  to  wander  to  the  kitchen.  “…how  many  knives  are  there.  could  tape  those  onto  them  too.  really  make  it  work.”

there she goes, massaging her temples again. she feels like a pot of boiling water left on the stove too long and the water is about to spill over the sides. " cash... " his name leaves the faerie's lips again. is he trying her patience on purpose? it would feel like it if she hadn't known from the beginning of their relationship that he was a chaotic man (the shirts were definitely the first giveaway). a groan leaves agatha. " 'roombarmy'? cash, i swear to fucking god. " there it is. he has driven her to swear. the f bomb, no less.

   who  even  has  seventeen  knives. 

   uh  oh. 

   a  nervous  grin  takes  over  his  features,  a  hand  raising  to  the  back  of  his  neck.  “well…  not  kitchen  knives,  no.”  he  crosses  his  arms,  pursing  his  lips  akin  to  a  pout.  “if  i  were  to  go  and  like,  i  dunno,  check  my  actual  arsenal  then…  yeah.  way  more  than  seventeen  in  there.  different  makes,  sizes,  weights.  y'know.  for  every  occasion.”  when  you  need  to  kill  someone  a  certain  way.  “i'm  sure  i  could  assign  some  of  my  knives  to  the  roombarmy.”  he  has  just  coined  a  new  term.  he  will  be  using  it.  his  roombarmy.

of course that wouldn't slip past him. of course he'd hear it! she remembers the topic had come up once and how baffled he was that she never swears. c'mon, everyone does it, had been his words, but it just wasn't agatha's thing. she doesn't care at all when other people do it, she just doesn't like doing it herself.

agatha groans again. she looks away, frowning, her brows furrowing, feeling more upset with herself than him. her arms cross over her chest and she turns away. " ...y-yes, i-i swore. " she mumbles. there's a pause, then her eyes narrow and she turns her head to stare up at cash. " i-if th-this was your way of— o-of g-getting me t-to swear, i'm— " what? what could agatha do? her eyes narrow more, just slightly. " i-i'm n-not baking your favorite cookies f-for a whole month. f-for two months! "

   oh. 

   oh.  his.  god. 

   it  happened. 

   brows  kiss  forehead  as  cash  turns  on  his  heel  to  stare  at  her.  there's  amazement  mixed  with  sheer  disbelief.  did  i  hear  that  right?  she  said  fucking.  she  said  fuck.  she  actually  swore.  she  can  swear.  holy  shit.  holy  shit?  holy  shit.

   “holy  shit.”  there  it  is.  “you  fuckin'  swore!”  and  there's  the  finger  pointing  at  her.  “you  actually  fuckin'  swore!  holy  shit!  you  said  the  fuck  word!  you  swore!  you!  swore!”

agatha makes a snort at how sure he sounds about her not being able to bake. " oh, no no, i-i s-said i wouldn't bake anything f-for you, cash. i'll be baking things for m-m-myself still. " she states, sounding quite sure of herself now. she's baked enough to know how to halve or third recipes! she can easily enough bake enough to enjoy on her own. should there be anything left over, agatha can hide it from cash. he'll just have to deal with store-bought sweets until two months are up!

her eyes narrow at him again. she's staring at him real hard. agatha finally lets herself relax, her arms falling away from her chest to rest at her sides. " m-maybe so. i-i'd p-p-probably run from the house. " was it an amusing thought? maybe a little. cash would probably find it quite funny. " i-if i were the person b-breaking into the home, i-it— i-it'd m-make me think twice about doing it again. " agatha laughs, giving a slight nod. " regardless, i-i'm n-not letting you equip a-any roombas, both legal a-and i-illegal, with knives or p-programming them that way. w-we're keeping one. "

   “aggie  -  i  love  you  but…  are  you  really  tryna  threaten  me  that  you  ain't  gonna  bake  for  two  months?”  there's  a  smirk  playing  on  his  lips.  “pressing  x.  hard  x.  capital  fuckin'  x,  if  you  would.  no  fuckin'  way  you'd  last  that  long.  especially  cause  my  favorite  is  a-ny-thing  you  make.  think  you  could  handle  that?  i'd  like  to  see  you  try.”  he  folds  his  arms,  brows  raising.  he's  got  the  smug  aura  about  him  that  often  lands  him  with  people  swinging  for  his  face.

   “but  nah,  really,  ain't  doin'  shit  to  make  ya  swear.  not  my  style.  see  -  i  just  like  roombas.  honest  truth.”  he  puts  his  hands  up  in  a  surrender  pose,  arching  a  brow  with  a  lopsided  grin.  “that  and  would  it  not  freak  you  out  to  have  alexa  tell  you  ‘you  have  chosen  death’,  play  doom  music,  and  suddenly  the  house  is  full  of  roombas  going  full  tilt?  like  just  one  of  'em  makes  noise  -  imagine  the  stereo  vrrrrrmmmm  on  that.”

cue the immediate pout, her arms crossing over her chest. " you could at least let me know when there's a spider here so i can pick it up and carry it out to the garden, that way you don't have to kill them or clean up the mess. "

   “aggie,  i  love  you,  truly,  i  do.  but  you  are  so  not  about  to  make  me  feel  bad  for  killing  spiders  when  i  see  them  in  the  house.”

she thought she was alone here, save for the animals, of course. none of them come anywhere near her, though. maybe because of how upset she was, she isn't sure. still, with the voice that enters her mind, agatha knows she isn't completely alone here. it catches her completely off guard, but there's something soothing to that voice. it was soft, gentle, beautiful, like a song. a lullaby, even. it soothes agatha and she lifts her head a little, managing an exhausted laugh as she answers the voice, " s-s-so m-much is bothering me. "

there was so much on her plate; where could agatha even begin? her thoughts disperse somewhat when she feels the touch of something to her head. all at once, it's like agatha's exhaustion, her pain, her worries and fears, it all washes away like the tide receding from the shore, sweeping it all away into the sea. at least for now. it's a soothing, comforting touch, like a warm embrace. god, it feels so good.

she begins to lift her gaze more to see who it is beside her, but the briefly blinding light makes her shield her eyes, closing them as a hand comes up to cover them. once it dims, agatha lowers her hand to her knee and opens her eyes, lifting her gaze now to see the woman kneeling before her. her lips part in surprise, a soft gasp leaving her. before the woman even gets out her name, agatha already can tell just what she is from the horn. despite what agatha herself is, she's never seen another faerie (except for her mother, of course) or any other sort of fantastical being that humans continue to believe are nothing but myth. this woman is certainly no myth!

agatha studies the woman as she speaks. she's so very beautiful, more so than any woman she's ever seen. " i'm— i'm a-agatha. " she manages now, gazing up at thellestra. she lets her words sink in, feeling them as she says them. she does feel safe here, but agatha has always felt safe in the woods. maybe it's the unicorn that makes her feel it more strongly, though. she nods now. " i-i-i'd l-like that very m-much, thellestra. " agatha manages to smile, though it doesn't really reach her eyes. she moves, getting back up onto her feet, composing herself as she dries her eyes and cheeks once more. " p-please, l-l-lead the way. "