03: [Location: Caritas] + [Accidental Visual] Preparing for the Storm

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It's during the day and Caritas is technically closed right now. Casey's been moving the crates of booze up from the basement to the main floor. It's tiring work and he's due for a break. His black tee shirt is starting to cling to his back and he could do with a damned coke. Still, Lorne's been hurrying the whole bunker idea along and Casey trusts that if the demon thinks the sky's gonna start falling soon, it's time to start battening down the hatches.

He sets a crate down and pauses, reaching behind himself to work out a crick in his back. He's not getting any younger.


[OOC: Mainly for all the peeps wanting to help fortify Caritas, but open really to anyone who wants to drop by or troll Casey *wink*]

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[ visual ] ugh Internet died. Have to do this from my phone

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Gwen looks back at him, both eyebrows raised, a bit confused as she expected more of a reaction out of him concerning their awkward exchange. She frowns a bit at his last comment, as it's clear their misunderstanding has just made their already odd relationship that much more uncomfortable.

"Right, no... I did not mean to say that you weren't. It's very obvious you're fit. Don't think I've ever met another quite as... Strong looking. Even knights." it was no big secret that Casey was quite tall and rather muscular, but that didn't make her trying to explain it any easier. She lets out a defeated sigh and lowers her head to hide heR embaressed flush. Visual was a poor choice.

"I should leave you to your work, Casey. John."

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He has to smile at her stumbling to make him feel better. She sounds so...off balance, it's pretty damned cute, really, and despite his earlier annoyance, he doesn't want her to feel guilty for what she said.

"Good to know I could probably hold my own if I had to. Not that I'm looking to be a knight or anything. Just, yeah, doesn't sound bad, is all."

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Well at least his mood seems to have improved despite her earlier comment. She makes a mental note to stop making a fool of herself. Once her embarrassment has settles some she nods, returning his smile politely.

"You could. I'm sure of it." There's a pause and she fidgets some before she continues. "Right, well, I wont delay you any further."

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"Yeah, I should probably..." He gestures behind him. Then he comes up with something else to say before he signs off. "You gonna be home later? For dinner? This'll just take a few hours."

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She nods in return, preparing her goodbye to switch the tablet off but then his question comes in. She's taken off guard by the suggestion; They had meals together now and then, but with his work schedule it was never very well coordinated.

"O-oh well, of course. I have something I was finishing at the Smithy but I should be free after?"

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"Okay. Good. Uh...was just wondering."

Casey shuts it off quickly. He's old enough to be her father. He's old enough to be her father. He needs to keep telling himself that.

Still, he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he looked forward to the times they did share a meal. Talked about the smithy. How Morgana was doing. How his shifts at Caritas had gone.

He'd never had as simple a life as he did right now. And even though he still needed more than that, a deeply buried part of him was content.