Who: Cassian Lynch, Tannusen
Where: the rectory
When: backdated to the holidays lmao
What: fashion, and a discussion of past abuses -- Cassian edition

Tannusen, being the sum of all that he was -- a Fae, and a madman on top of that -- sometimes sprang things pretty much out of nowhere. This was one of those times, just chilling on the couch with Cassian, the tiger looked up from scrolling through the network on his phone.

"Wanna go on a date?"

Whelp.

[The feed cuts on, even though there isn't much to see, except a cloud of smoke. The loud scraping of a window opening and then some stumbling and coughing and then the opening of a door and slamming behind him, at least in the hall there isn't any of the strangely coloured smoke.

Peter is coughing and gasping a little bit, looking pale like his senses are completely overloaded.]

Ah... [His voice is hoarse.]

Would anyone mind- [Cough.] if I borrowed their couch for the night?

[What science experiment gone wrong, who said he did that? Nothing out of the ordinary here at all. The feed cuts out.]