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Casey x Reader - 3 - Unexpected Visit

You don't know what you'd been expecting when you heard from your neighbor's that a young man in a hockey mask with red stripes on it had been looking for you, trying to find your apartment.

You knew who it was, and it griped you that he was trying to find which one was your apartment that you shared with your parents.

You also didn't know what you were expecting when you opened the door to see him. You had guessed you expected him to be frustrated, but the smile on his face threw you for a loop.

"What's the dopey smile for, Casey?" You huffed, trying to ignore the odd warmth radiating from his expression. "Just happy I finally found you. A pair of grandparents brandished a knife at me earlier!" He exclaimed. You awkwardly looked off to the side. Ah, it seems Casey met the mentally unstable couple, Marge and Brenda. They were two very...interesting elderly. Marge, was actually a man, his nickname stood for the time his wife couldn't remember his name when her memory started to fade, and called him 'Marge' but when his memory started to fail him, he couldn't remember his name. It was Marcus, but you felt for him, memory was a bit of a struggle sometimes, and you knew your own parents struggled with that as well.

"You don't seem very surprised." "Well, Marcus and Brenda, are very close and dear to me. They're abrasive to everyone but me at this point. I think it's cuz they remember I bring them things, and have since I was little." Casey squinted. "...he...Brenda's husband, the guy with the whispers of a white mustache? He uh-his name is Marcus, but he goes by Marge cuz of his poor memory. It's the only name his wife can remember for him now..." you coaxed, feeling comfortable with this topic.

"Oh! That makes..some, sense?" "It doesn't make any sense, but I appreciate you trying." You kinda chuckled. You paused, then sighed. Despite your initial reservations, you rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably.

"...It's sort of nice to see you." You said in a lowered tone, unsure how to admit it otherwise. It had been a pleasant surprise that he was happy to see you, and you wanted him to at least grasp the hint of that. He smiled, and you hesitated.

"...Hey, how long have you been running around trying to find me?" "Uhhhh..." he avoided eye contact, blushing and rubbing his sweaty cheek with a hand as if to remove evidence of running at all.

"...Casey?" You said, getting concerned. What had it been, a whole hour?

"...Three hours, without pause?" He chuckled uncomfortable. "Give or take an hour and a half when I had to run away from some guards who thought I was a burglar?" He grimaced at you, blushing harder when he noticed your tensing frame in the doorway.

"Get inside you moron." You grumbled, your stomach starting to hurt. "Huh?" "Come inside and sit down, dangit! I'm getting you some water, so sit your stubborn butt on a seating structure and stay there!" You stomped into the kitchen, glaring at him the whole time as you poured chilled water into a glass.

"...Are you mad at me?" "...No, I'm all sunshine and rainbows that my acquaintance was running around for like four hours trying to find me, and more than likely didn't have any water with him, judging from how dehydrated he looks-OF COURSE I AM MAD, YOU FOOL, NOW DRINK THIS WATER OR SO HELP ME I WILL STUFF YOUR FACE IN THE SINK AND MAKE YOU DRINK UNFILTERED, POSSIBLY DANGEROUS TAP WATER." You lost your temper, shoving the glass towards him. He shrunk in on himself, but nodded. "Thanks...?" He sounded worried, clearly trying to be careful with his words.

Your grandmother had always been incredibly strict. Especially on hydration. She had heat injuries, and near died of dehydration once, so it had always been something she was tense over, and in turn, made you stress over.

"...I'm sorry...personal thing. Hydration is important." You said it firmly, avoided eye contact and feeling somewhat ashamed. You should have better control, but it was something your grandmother had lost her temper over, so it happened to you as well...

Her husband had always disregarded that, and often got yelled at for dehydration. So...

"I didn't mean to worry you." "Eh?" You noticed Casey's remorseful tone and his eyes. Why did he look like a sad puppy?

"Why would you think you-" "You're hugging your stomach. I didn't mean to worry you, honest..." he said. You glanced down, not even realizing you were doing that, then leaned on the counter. "It...it's fine, Casey...I appreciate the apology...Just make sure to bring water with you!" You snapped again, lightly punching his arm, feeling your knuckles hit the armored shoulder plating. You lifted an eyebrow and tapped it again curiously. "...is that Titanium? Why is it purple?" You squinted. Every metal resonated differently when reacting to an impact. "Huh? I mean, it might be? Master Donatello never told me..." he looked at it and you hesitated.

"...how much do you time Travel, because in one of our text conversations, you mentioned a man by the name of 'Michelangelo', and now 'Donatello' has been mentioned. Casey, did you go the renaissance or something? You've mentioned two Italian sculptors...yet I don't see you as much of an artist." You quirked a crooked smile, trying to ease your confusion. "No, they're...uhhh..." he trailed off, squinting and avoiding eye contact.

"...Are they also rats, orrr...?" You chuckled, recalling him mentioning a rat sensei once. "No, uhm...maybe one day you'll meet them, but I think it's a bad idea to mention it." You nodded calmly.

He could have his secrets, you could keep yours. You had a good feeling you could probably actually be friends with the dork, so you shrugged it off. "Okay. You finish that water?" He nodded. You hesitated. Part of you wanted to kick him out now, and the other strongly protested against that.

"...You busy today?" "Hm?" He looked confused. You deadpanned. "...Are you busy? Any plans for today?" You motioned for him to speak if needed. "...I don't believe so?" He squinted, looking thoughtfully into the kitchen cabinets as thought they held an answer in the pale wood grain.

"...No, I'm free, why?" You smiled a little.

"Wanna hang out with me? So long as you don't try to eat a poison ivy salad?" You gave another small crooked smile and he whined. "That's not fair, it was a question, I wasn't gonna go eating it without knowing!...maybe." He said. You snickered and smiled again. "I think I should take you shopping, honestly." "Why?" You scoffed.

"Your fashion is very painful to see." "Hey!" He gasped, offended. "I'm just telling the truth, but if you'd rather, we can do something else." You shrugged, feeling relaxed in your home. "...Do you know any good books on anything?" You quirked another smile.

"Yep." You pushed yourself away from the counter.

"C'mon, I got a few good ones you can borrow. Consider it an act of good faith...maybe we could be friends." "Really?!" "Stop getting excited, stupid. It's a maybe."

-To Be Continued-