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[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
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Having successfully all but melted into the hot water of the bath, with his eyes closed and his head tipped back to rest against the edge of the pool's basin, Cassius at first doesn't respond. Hello is such inauspicious thing all on its own; for all he knows, it might be something said in passing and by the time he opens his eyes the speaker will have moved on to their own personal corner of the bathing pool and he will have excavated himself from this perfect state of relaxation for nothing.

So it is the sound of some body part--feet and presumably the ankles and calves attached to them as well--broaching the surface of the water which prompts Cassius to open one eye. And once that one eye is opened--

Well.

At that point, there can hardly be any harm in looking with both.

Languid as a cat is about stretching in the sun, Cassius hooks one elbow on the edge of the pool and uses it to leverage himself a few degrees out of his relaxed slump.

"Enchanter Black. I'd offer you my hand, Derrica, but it's rather pruney at the moment."