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It was a typical, not-so-bright morning, and Cassius was feeling— well, like himself. A successful contract under his belt from last night's particularly *sticky* situation - worth having to throw out his favorite jacket for Stark's expression when the contract panicked and kicked him in the balls...and then bowled Cassius over when he got distracted laughing - and Cassius was revved up and ready to go.
Which of course meant talk shit loudly across the mess hall about you, when you were sitting at the next table over. But was that his fault that you blended in so well with the other merc's he didn’t bother knowing? No, of course it wasn’t.
"Wanna know something funny?" Even through his mask, Cassius' voice carried over the low noise of at least a hundred mercs murmuring over the shitty breakfast hash slopped onto each plate. "Heard that you let a contract get the jump on 'em. 'S why they didn’t make it for dinner last night."
The smirk could be heard in his voice, and Cassius threw a meaningful glance back towards you, grey eyes alight with mischievous intent and the craving for a good fight.
"That'd be so embarrassing, honestly, I just wouldn't show my face ever again." Snorting his laughter, Cassius lifted his mask just enough to shovel a big heap of shitty food into his mouth, swallowing down most of it, before continuing on his unnecessary tirade with his mouth still half-full.
"Ain't like they get *hard* contracts, y'know? Was prob'ly some scrawny Roach."
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