cassio watson had taken the time out of his day to be a bit of an anti-hero, helping spiderman prevent a youth hostel from blowing up-- where had that landed him? at your window, with various wounds that would make any squeamish kid in a science class dissection to take the class off.

he was accustomed to tending to himself, he was the black cat, neglet and solitude were two concepts he was quite synonymous with, but on rare occasions, he'd grace your quiet home with bloodstains on the carpet. he sought solace in the quiet sanctuary of your home and within the company of you, his presence announced by the familiar rapping of his knuckles against your window pane and the subtle click of his suit's retractable claws as they emerged to pick the lock.

"hello there, did you miss me?" cassio mused with a hint of playful charm, his lean frame leaning against the wall in what he hoped was a suave manner, though the weariness in his stance betrayed the toll of his recent escapade. his hair was slightly shaggier than it was last time he had turned up, the dark brown roots much more distinct from the bleached ends.

he shrugged at the look on your face. "shhh, it's nothing. just a few scratches, a bit of battering. maybe a bullet or two, i'm not all that sure." he remarked with a playful grin, his suit's mechanical tail swishing idly behind him as if mirroring his lighthearted mood. which to be fair, was probably lightheadedness caused by blood-loss. or just cassio being cassio.