[center][h2]Cassius Chaplain[/h2][/center]
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Cassius sniffed as he listened to everyone, though he was trying to hide a grin from all the shenanigans. He had been there, once upon a time. Now, he just couldn’t care. Eventually, after being served his coffee, just as he asked, mind you, he grinned, and pulled out the same canteen he had used earlier to drink from, then poured the virulent substance into the coffee. He stared at his canteen for a moment, as if attempting to decide what to do with the remnants in the canteen, then shrugged, and threw his head back as he drank the rest. He sniffed again, then slid the now-empty canteen back into his vest, and took a swig of the coffee-alcohol mix. 

Oh yeah, he regretted that. He hid it as best he could, but the straight-out-of-the-pot temperature of the coffee scalded his tongue, the alcohol just furthering the pain he felt. He shouldered it like a champ, and other than his eyes watering very slightly, he didn’t react whatsoever. He managed a smile towards Chelsea, who had asked his name, and he quickly swallowed both the substance and the pain, and continued smiling. 

[color=SteelBlue][b]”Name’s Cassius Chaplain, youse can call me Caz fer short. Mr. Chaplain as well, I guess if ya wanna be formal. An’ aye, I’m pretty strange. But I’ma happy strange, ain’t I? Oh, an’ I specialise in close ranged fuckery. Oh-Cee’s got a massive shotgun she likes shovin’ up arses. Pleasure t’meet yaz all.”[/b][/color] He continued smiling, even though his throat felt like it was set ablaze by the ridiculously hot coffee. He heard Oh-Cee laugh in his earpiece, which further embarrassed him for falling victim to such an innocent looking cup of flavoured water. 

He smiled at Chelsea, and let her return to her conversation, then just leaned back and refused to touch the rest of the coffee, not trusting it anymore. He listened intently, then frowned as he heard the telltale sign of pausing before someone devolved into a crying fit, then managed to put the face behind the sound, and he looked across part of the table to Kxeyun, and frowned more, something that was rare to stay on his face for so long. He listened to Zahra, the veiled woman, attempt to calm her, then he sighed, and leaned back to get a good look at the poor girl. 

[color=SteelBlue][b]”There’s skeletons in everyone’s closet, miss. Everyone makes mistakes, you need to learn when to take them out for a dusting so they don’t creep into your nightmares. It’s alright, time is the healer of all wounds.”[/b][/color] He dropped his accent and tried smiling to comfort her, though he doubted she’d even look his way. He nodded, then turned back to the rest of the group, sighed, and went to take a puff of his cigar, before thinking about the rest of the group for once, and sighing once more as he snuffed out the cigar on his dogtags, which had long been scratched away so that they were no more than just tiny pieces of silver with no inscriptions. 

[color=Lime][b]”Are you alright, Pilot Cassius? I am detectin-”[/b][/color]

[color=SteelBlue][b]”I’m fine, Oh-Cee.”[/b][/color] He responded, for once without a smile on his face as he stared into the abyss that was his contaminated coffee. 

Oh-Cee remained silent, though if she could frown in worry over her pilot, she would be doing just that.