[ Too bad his indignant protest just isn't the same when his tongue is glued to Kay's chest. But speaking of that, the droid has warmed up a lot with his systems no longer battling against the icy outside temperatures.
Cassian makes another, as-careful-as-he-can-manage attempt to free himself, and wonder of wonders, his tongue actually comes loose without him losing any skin. He slumps in relief, giving a pained groan at his backache, and shoots Kay a glare now that he's finally in a position to do so. ]
I'm trying to understand, you stuck-up rust bucket!
[ His jaw drops in outrage and he rears back, looking absolutely outraged. He makes indignant noises and finally yanks back his hands, cradling them against his chest. ]
I so can get it up!
[ Sorry, not sorry. The cold has shocked some of the drunkenness out of him, but he's still not particularly coherent. ]
Hm...[Against common sense, Kay decides to be a little shit. because if Imperial!Cassian can ruin his night, he can do the same. A cold finger runs down the side of Cassian's cheek in a mock caress.]
Maybe it's worth figuring out for sure, darling...
[ His head jerks up and he gives Kay a wide-eyed look, just as gobsmacked as when he'd made that quip about considering a strap-on. Not that he has figured out it was a quip. ]
[ His eyes widen even more. It's maybe not the best look for him, with these eyes still glassy and unfocused from being very, very drunk.
He tries to lean back to bring some distance between them and... whoops, there goes his balance. Cassian gives a startled squeak, hands flying forward to steady himself by holding on to Kay's shoulders before he can take an undignified tumble. ]
You're mean. [ He still sounds a little doubtful, though. ] You're making fun of me.
[Before he can fall back, Kay wraps an arm around Cassian's waist to held him in place. He did it more out of instincts than anything else. He doesn't want to see Cassian hurt even if it's not his real Cassian.
Then, very slowly, his free hand rises up to Cassian's face...and he flicks him on the forehead.] I am, on both accounts. Sorry darling, you will have to keep dreaming about this wonderful metal body of mine. Now get out of my house, I'm still mad at you.
[ Not sure if that's ow for the forehead flick or the rejection. Both, maybe. He inhales deeply, trying very, very hard to force down the feeling of hurt welling up in him. It's a stranger's rejection, even worse, some malfunctioning droid's rejection... but it's also the rejection of someone who shouldn't be rejecting him. Shouldn't even be capable of it, technically speaking. ]
You ought to follow the orders of Imperials ranked Lieutenant or higher. [ That just comes out plaintive now. ]
[It annoys Kay too, deep, deep down and only a little, but he's firm in this.
If this were Cassian in his right mind and not drunk, he wouldn't mind some sort of roleplay if the man were into it. But as things are not, he's not about to engage in any sort of activity of dubious morale (as fun as those can be).]
No, I do not. [He sounds very cheerful about that fact.+ I'm a rebel droid now! And you are pouting.
[He's in a whole different league, you can't compare man.]
Yes, I'm sure you'll love to spank me for being a big bad droid but now it's not the time. [He's going to move again, dropping Cassian on the cough as he stands up.]
You are pouting. But you are also drunk and a menace. If you promise to behave you can stay the night here sleeping on the couch.
[ Cassian gets to his feet - wobbly still, but driven by determination and more than a small spike of genuine fear. A KX is nothing to be trifled with, he knows that, and even standing he feels very tiny and squishable all of a sudden.
He swallows hard. This is dumb. Really, really dumb. And yet here he is, taking a step towards the droid. ]
[Do you want to get defenestrated? Because that's how you get defenestrated, Cassian.
It's massively dumb.
Kay has the mercy to open the window before he's grabbing Cassian by the collar of his uniform and throwing him out and into the snow. The man is lucky they were still on the first floor of the house and that Kay doesn't want to damage Cassian's body.]
Good night! [After that, the window is shut close quite angrily.]
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[ Too bad his indignant protest just isn't the same when his tongue is glued to Kay's chest. But speaking of that, the droid has warmed up a lot with his systems no longer battling against the icy outside temperatures.
Cassian makes another, as-careful-as-he-can-manage attempt to free himself, and wonder of wonders, his tongue actually comes loose without him losing any skin. He slumps in relief, giving a pained groan at his backache, and shoots Kay a glare now that he's finally in a position to do so. ]
I'm trying to understand, you stuck-up rust bucket!
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Looks to me like you are trying to get to the third base you Slimy, Double-Crossing No-Wood Swindler!
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I so can get it up!
[ Sorry, not sorry. The cold has shocked some of the drunkenness out of him, but he's still not particularly coherent. ]
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I never questioned if you could. [He stares right into Cassian's eyes, then his optic lowers to his groin.] Or are you doubting yourself?
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[ But just in case, he looks down at his own groin and scrunches up his nose. Doubt is wriggling at the back of his mind. ]
I think I can. I don't know.
[ Can he find a robot sexy enough? ]
Other me can.
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Maybe it's worth figuring out for sure, darling...
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Uh...
That's what I wanted?
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Is it?
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He tries to lean back to bring some distance between them and... whoops, there goes his balance. Cassian gives a startled squeak, hands flying forward to steady himself by holding on to Kay's shoulders before he can take an undignified tumble. ]
You're mean. [ He still sounds a little doubtful, though. ] You're making fun of me.
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Then, very slowly, his free hand rises up to Cassian's face...and he flicks him on the forehead.] I am, on both accounts. Sorry darling, you will have to keep dreaming about this wonderful metal body of mine. Now get out of my house, I'm still mad at you.
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[ Not sure if that's ow for the forehead flick or the rejection. Both, maybe. He inhales deeply, trying very, very hard to force down the feeling of hurt welling up in him. It's a stranger's rejection, even worse, some malfunctioning droid's rejection... but it's also the rejection of someone who shouldn't be rejecting him. Shouldn't even be capable of it, technically speaking. ]
You ought to follow the orders of Imperials ranked Lieutenant or higher. [ That just comes out plaintive now. ]
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If this were Cassian in his right mind and not drunk, he wouldn't mind some sort of roleplay if the man were into it. But as things are not, he's not about to engage in any sort of activity of dubious morale (as fun as those can be).]
No, I do not. [He sounds very cheerful about that fact.+ I'm a rebel droid now! And you are pouting.
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You're a malfunctioning droid now. You need a wipe.
[ He sighs despondently. ]
And I'm not pouting. I'm upset. Even the broken droid doesn't want me.
[ Gee, why could that be. ]
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Yes, I'm sure you'll love to spank me for being a big bad droid but now it's not the time. [He's going to move again, dropping Cassian on the cough as he stands up.]
You are pouting. But you are also drunk and a menace. If you promise to behave you can stay the night here sleeping on the couch.
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[There's a renewed sharpness to his voice now. Maybe it would have been easier for all involved if he had remained drunk off his ass.]
I'm sure you did a lot more than that for the other one.
[So being spiteful to the one who can dump your ass in the snow might not be the best idea but kriff it, he's done being pushed around. ]
It's not like it makes a difference to a droid.
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[On the bedroom, installed on the bed that he's sure not going to share it with Cassian while he's this much of a jerk.
His optics flare brighter for a moment and he looms menacingly over the man.]
What do you know? Droids are not mindless machines.
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I know a lot.
[ He sits up on the couch, unwilling to be quiet so small and vulnerable in front of the malfunctioning droid. ]
You're built a tool for the Empire. I'm a tool, too. We serve a purpose. You've forgotten yours and run off to play house with rebel scum!
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He takes a step forward and lowers his voice, angry and menacing.]
You have 5 seconds to get out this house or I will throw you away through a window.
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He swallows hard. This is dumb. Really, really dumb. And yet here he is, taking a step towards the droid. ]
Make me.
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It's massively dumb.
Kay has the mercy to open the window before he's grabbing Cassian by the collar of his uniform and throwing him out and into the snow. The man is lucky they were still on the first floor of the house and that Kay doesn't want to damage Cassian's body.]
Good night! [After that, the window is shut close quite angrily.]