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       ❝ That would be me. ❞ Caspian started, his free hand tucking into his jean pocket as he rocks on his heals a little. He was certainly not offended by the man backing up a step –– having been there and knowing that sometimes the physical can be intimidating. It took him  a long time to realize that contact could be warming rather than burning. His brows lifted just a touch with curiosity as the man gave him his name, instantly recognizing it. 

       ❝ Oh Syx! Yes, Emma talks about you all the time. ❞ He urged, his ease nature flowing a touch better (especially after having a few drinks in him ––– Birthday? What Birthday?).     ❝ Gods, it’s great to finally meet you. ❞ He goes on, tilting his head just a touch, hair falling into his face before a ring covered hand moved to brush it back away from his face. 

       ❝ In that case, you can call me Cas. Most of my friends do. ❞ And admittedly, he really liked that Emma tended to use his full name when they were together. It felt so special coming from her. 

“Well then! Cas it is,” Syx grinned though he had no earthy idea what to even talk about. Fidgeting with the edges of his jacket, he asked, “So you like music, right? What all do you listen to?”

He hated these sorts of interactions. It was so much easier to talk to people online when he could find out their shared topics before the conversation even started. His anxiety about coming off as either a criminal punk or hopeless nerd peeking horribly.