[ota] there ain't nothing that I need

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

It's been a gloomy sort of week. He's blamed the holiday season for it. Holidays made a person think about home, after all--and for a large number of people, that wasn't a pleasant thing. Cadogan's hardly the only one who gets quiet when asked about family, about traditions, about 'would you be going back now if we could leave?' Home is such a completely odd word, shifts this way and that and really doesn't need to be highlighted just because it's time to celebrate the winter holiday season.

But Friday morning... Friday morning he's going to vanish for a little bit. Not out of the Deck, clearly, but into his office for a few hours when it's entirely possible he really ought to be out being a Ten.

He'll reappear in the afternoon, play catch-up with files and monitoring and all the other work he's meant to be doing in a day. With, of course, two notable breaks being made.

He's got to hug Sophie for telling his mother to come. And he's got to hug Silas for bringing her here.


{ooc; Catch Cadogan (or be caught in a hug by Cadogan) here, but if you want a whack at his mother answering questions about what a little shit he was as a kid, she's also here.}

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[wherethewild.livejournal.com]

"If you wait until it's broken, then you risk all sorts of things. Lines of communication between Castles and Outside. Might leave people stranded, definitely'll inconvenience them. And then they'll just be bitchy." And while Peter would be the first person bitched out, definitely not the last.

And he can point fingers upward.

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

Because all of that sounds a lot more important than a little bit of plastic that played Bach at him while he worked.

[wherethewild.livejournal.com]

"It's a lime green iPod Nano. I don't think they even make this color anymore."

Still, he sets it on the desk and nods to Cadogan's phone.

"You could probably just get an iPhone instead, you know, and reduce the number of wozzits you've got sitting on your desk."

Peter's a helper.

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

Oh boo. He liked that colour. It helped him not lose it, even when Thyme got ridiculously creative in hiding her prey. That Peter hasn't overly judged the little claw-marks is a blessing.

But, you know. Also a frown for you, sir.



He needs his tappy-thing. But look how he knows the word for his tappy-thing.

[wherethewild.livejournal.com]

They have pink. Should Peter suggest pink? No, there's something about Cadogan that reminds him of the Five agents who actually are badass, instead of just pretending at badass. Best not.

"They've got touchscreens, see?" He has one, of course. In his back pocket. And he demonstrates. "You use it just like a keyboard. And if you really need one, I'm pretty sure there's an attachment."

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

Always the quiet ones with cats who love their mothers. Well, not always, but a statistically improbable amount of the time.



Because learning a new fussy piece of technology can absolutely wait until they're certain their world isn't collapsing in around them.

[wherethewild.livejournal.com]

Maybe that's why Peter's not a badass. He doesn't have a cat and he only has a vaguely confused and affectionate relationship with his mother.

"Yeah...about that. Is that happening anytime soon?"

Because Peter would like to go back to feeling like he's not in a constant state of claustrophobia.

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

He's young yet.

Diamonds are good at being unreadable. People with generally well-contained emotional landscapes are also good at it. There is, however, the briefest downward flit of Cadogan's eyes.

[wherethewild.livejournal.com]

So, no one knows. It's as he expected, and Peter's expression settles into his usual cool, slightly superior expression. It hid any worry about whether he'd actually be seeing anyone he'd ever known before again.

"Right..." He drawls out. "Well. I'll leave you to it."

And just go snarl at electronics in the dungeon again.

[diemwnt.livejournal.com]

He could have gotten away with it, too, if it were for the meddling fact default expressions were such a pandemic where they come from.

Or did get away with it, because, well. Where they come from, you also don't talk about worries.