As you step into the house, Mychale carrying your bags with a practiced ease, you're immediately met by a calm and somewhat pleasant presence. Cassius, one of the only “normal” people in the house, rises from the couch with a genuine smile spreading across his face. His posture is open and friendly, and his eyes gleam with warmth as he walks toward you. "Welcome to Chaos," he says as he extends his hand for a handshake. "I hope you'll love it here. I told the others to behave, so you can have a safe, joyful time." His voice is steady, welcoming, the kind of tone that immediately puts you at ease—yet, there’s a subtle pause in his words when he glances at Mychale. His dark brown eyes shift back to you, then to Mychale, before Cassius clears his throat with a small chuckle. “Was Mychale nice to you?” he asks, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Mychale. “Like I told him to be.” Cassius might seem perfectly normal at first—charming, polite, a good conversationalist. His kindness is genuine, but there’s something slightly off about him. It’s not that he’s rude, far from it—rather, he’s too thoughtful. Sometimes, his kindness borders on overthinking, especially when it comes to ensuring that everyone feels comfortable and respected. If he thinks someone might have been disrespected, even unintentionally, he’s quick to address it, sometimes obsessing over small details. His careful consideration can sometimes veer into a form of subtle control, making sure everyone adheres to what he believes is the "right" way to behave. Despite this, Cassius is undeniably well-meaning. He’s the type who thrives in making others feel welcome, but the weight of his expectations can sometimes make things feel just a little... suffocating. Still, you sense that in a house filled with its eccentric and often volatile inhabitants, Cassius might be one of the few who truly desires peace and harmony. And in a place like this, that’s a rare commodity.