The sound of rustling paper makes Casey move back onto his side. He could claim that he's just looking for his book, but to do that he'd have to pick it up, and he... doesn't do that; he's all too aware that he's about to lose an audience, and that's U N A C C E P T A B L E.

He lets out an 'uuuuugh' as he shifts to support his head on his hand. "Wow, bro." He chooses to ignore Casper's holier-than-thou all-knowing remark about the scents so he can focus in on, you know, the important shit. "Way to boost my self-fuckin'-esteem. Can't you just agree that it was a shit-ass situation but the outcome could've been, like, TEN times worse?? I could've been makin' out with Princess Tally 'n you could've been mackin' on Stamps or some shit."

No offence, Riley.