HAUNTED PILLOW BENEATH MY HEAD // open, oneshot

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Goldie was right in assuming that Caesar was practically forcing himself to talk to her, though at least he was getting better with his feelings of rage towards her. Having fire elementals helped a lot with his anger management issues, and although he'd still be a dick to everybody, having this power back helped him calm down to the point where he didn't want to stab somebody. That was improvement, right? At least Pincher couldn't yell at him anymore for trying to start fights. "Yeah, I guess." Caesar shrugged again. "I can light myself on fire, can't exactly put myself out." Though he didn't entirely mind the way the flames burned the fur off him and left blisters on his body. He just didn't want to completely cover this body in burns and scabs, to the point where fur couldn't go back anymore. He'd probably look like a sphinx if he ever did that.

Caesar couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit at the mention of Roxanne. "If she's alive, I'm sure she can handle herself." He responded in a gruff tone. Though it did make sense why Goldie didn't want to get too close. Caesar, on the other hand, probably would've gone close anyway, to test his luck. What could he say? He liked the feeling of the numbness that covered his body, which was the way he felt 'pain'.

#psychosocial.