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[evowhisperer]

For a new house across town, the place looks remarkably like the one he just left.

Caesar sits down at the most cluttered desk in the lab, taking one swig of coffee before setting the cup aside. Now, to pick up where he left off yesterday...

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[pineapplesalmon]

The distraction from Cog is exactly what Caesar needed to keep himself from getting even more glittery. Falling over Cog had already caused him to be open to enough attacks he couldn't defend against. Of course, the fact that Cesar was distracted meant that he was also vulnerable.

Caesar decided to let him realize it, first. It'd be more fun at that way. With Cascarones at the ready, Caesar waited.

When Cesar realized his folly and tried to get back to safety, Caesar didn't aim for his face--he aimed for his back. And his hair. Oh, Caesar knew from years of playing this game how hard it was to get everything out.

It was now war. The evil grin across his face said as much.

[evowhisperer]

Caesar got his back. Then his hair, then his collar, then his shoulders, then his back again. Glitter was everywhere, glitter was still flying, and Cesar's fate was sealed: he'd been infected with the herpes of the arts-and-crafts world.

This time Cesar found cover behind a free-standing set of bookshelves. There were gaps between each shelf, but he took cover behind a section that had a lot of tall, obscuring boxes, and tossed a pair of cascarones between a gap. One shell turned out to be confetti, but the other was glitter.

"Running low on cascarones, yet?" Cesar taunted, trying to regain some psychological ground. "When you do, I'll be ready!" He straightened to throw another cascaron, before snatching himself out of the way of a well-thrown retaliation.