Barrow Fields 911 - call me sometime

Cas felt bad. This was weird. Why was he so weird?! Headspace, headspace, headspace Cas. Damn it.  Mara, that was a pretty name. It was weird, simple, unlike his but...pretty? They were just of different origin, that's all. Differnet culture and such. The boy cleared his throat as the question was asked of him. Although he was about to speak, Casimir quickly became self-concious. Is my name weird? 
Wait, that-that wasn't a thought that was- 
"Is my name weird?" 
Crap. Panic mode.
    "I-I didn't mean to say that- I mean- yeah I did, unless that's weird then I didn't. But then that would make me seem like I don't have control over my words, so yes. I did mean to say that. I mean-"
Cas rambled swiftly, words spilling out of his mouth like a flash flood, until suddenly, it stopped. Casimir was completely silent for about two seconds. 
"My name is Casimir."