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I love love love all of our RO dudes here. Even Kaytoo, who hasn’t even done anything yet.
Originally this chapter opened with a section from K2′s POV but I decided not to use it, partly because otherwise it’s all tight Bodhi POV and it was probably time for me to try sticking with one, and partly because I didn’t want to give that much insight into Cassian’s day-to-day yet. Which in turn is about equal parts me not being sure what his day-to-day actually looks like and me worrying that it’ll give away the plot I don’t actually really know yet too early, LOL.
Anyway. Most of K2′s POV was about smells and him being an asshole to Cassian’s roommates.
So he was bored, and resentful, and tried to come up with things to entertain himself. He did a lot of flipping of light-switches, opening cabinets and rearranging their contents, collecting loose objects into better arrangements. Some of the guys in the house would play fetch with him, and that was the only time Kaytoo was truly happy, but nobody would do it for as long as he wanted.
(Kaytoo’s favorite was a young man who smelled lonely, who the others mostly seemed to call Javier, who would run around with him and play fetch for hours at a time. Cassian seemed to like Javier, but also sometimes seemed to avoid him, and Kaytoo didn’t really understand it, but then, he didn’t understand much about this place. Cassian never quite spoke in his own voice and sometimes the other men seemed afraid of him.)
(One time when nobody was home except for the two men who always slept in the daytime in the back room, Kaytoo found all the loose socks in the house and put them into Javier’s bed. This was later met with much bafflement all around, and some yelling. Nobody seemed to figure out that it had been Kaytoo, which seemed pretty elementary, but then, humans weren’t generally the brightest. Not only were they scent-blind, their prey drives were nonexistent and most of them couldn’t follow a trajectory for shit.)