[ claire calls him a dork and cas beams at her, sweet and fond and affectionate. what a wonderful not-daughter he's been blessed with, even if he'll never stop feeling that bone deep guilt for all he took from her, from Jimmy Novak and his wife.
there's nothing he can do to make up for how he'd utterly destroyed their family, but as they settle onto the couch together, claire's shoulder brushed against his and her promise of Princess Peach socks that'll doubtlessly be added to his eternally unchanging wardrobe, the piece of him that touched this girl's soul, felt her desperation, pain, love, and incredible wealth of strength and resilience, he can't help the warm burst of joy with how she's allowed him a place in her life. ]
I'd like that. [ said with a soft chuckle, cas leaning down to tug up the hem of his slacks and examine the plain socks tucked into his worn shoes. ] These're at capacity for mended holes, I think.
[ even if they weren't, he'd be trading them out for anything Claire decided to gift him, quality or practicality be damned. Claire chooses Baby Peach, and a light laugh falls from him, a genuine smile angled down at her. ]
Perhaps with the Princess's combined power, we'll finally topple Yoshi's reigning victory.
[ Yoshi being Dean's primary driver, and record holder for the track cas selects - anything that's not Rainbow Road, basically, because fuck Rainbow Road. ]
Coach, what's the typical attire for this... engagement?
That is up to your discretion.
[ Giving his outfit a disappointed frown in the mirror, Castiel tilts his head from one odd angle to the next, and decides he should change - again. ]
Unhelpful.
[ The electronic disc doesn't offer apology. At least he has another 3 hours before this arranged date begins, the first he's been on, so there's a wealth of time for indecision. He settles on a button up with a cardigan pulled over, and some slacks - standard business slightly-more-than casual, but he'd be set if this were an interview to be head librarian of a research archive.
Cas shows up to the hub 45 minutes early. He arrives in a tan trench coat, and there isn't really a great place to store it, so Cas just... keeps it on. Somehow, it's comforting. After being seated (only 30 minutes early), he fiddles with the silverware, arranging it in perfectly even increments (both sets). He switches seats about 6 times, and drinks about as many glasses of water. Perhaps not the best decision in hindsight, but he's too anxious he might miss his match's arrival if he leaves for a bathroom break.
The seconds tick down at a glacial pace, no matter how hard Cas stares at the digital clock on his Alexa-styled match-maker. Finally, finally, 15 minutes after the designated time, Coach announces Your match has arrived, and a video feed pops up to show:
A man - a tall, green-eyed, ruggedly handsome man in a leather jacket with light scruff dusting his cheeks that looks really satisfying to touch. It appears Castiel is a little gay. In retrospect, that checks out, but that's far from the forefront of his mind as he watches this man through Not-Alexa's display, entranced.
So much so, he's still ogling the screen when the man reaches the table, and Cas picks up the leather jacket in the corner of his vision.
Panic.
He shoots up, hitting his hip on the edge of the table, and half stumbles his way to standing, with a perfect mimickry of deer in the headlights. ]
Oh. Hello, hi. My apologies.
[ Gulp. A beat of awkwardly intense eye contact passes. Cas holds out an open hand in the not too generous space between them. ]
My name is Castiel.
[ who introduces themself like this? Full statement, entire legal given name. A wince and the slightest nose scrunch as Cas mentally kicks himself, but it's done now and his hand is extended for the most professional handshake the blind dating scene has ever witnessed. All we can do is pray there's an ounce of embarrassing charm to it.
1. It appears the kitchen calendar has been vandalized. It now reads "Sextember" and "Cocktober". December remains unscandalized.
2. I woke up this morning spooning a 3 foot statue of Jesus.
3. I found my phone laying in a snow angel outside the bunker this morning.
4. They said "just remember the most important rule of taking psychedelics: monsters can't get through blankets." How do we acquire monster repelling blankets? Are they only sourced from drug dealers?
5. It is time to test the effects of 12 Spicy Ghost Pepper Donuts and overconfidence on the human body.
6. Is "Manwhore Monday" honored as a national holiday?
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and i want you to know
from the bottom of my heart
that if you don't put your god damn tooth brush in the tooth brush cup
so help me god I will throw it in the toilet
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mario kartin with the bbygurl
[ claire calls him a dork and cas beams at her, sweet and fond and affectionate. what a wonderful not-daughter he's been blessed with, even if he'll never stop feeling that bone deep guilt for all he took from her, from Jimmy Novak and his wife.
there's nothing he can do to make up for how he'd utterly destroyed their family, but as they settle onto the couch together, claire's shoulder brushed against his and her promise of Princess Peach socks that'll doubtlessly be added to his eternally unchanging wardrobe, the piece of him that touched this girl's soul, felt her desperation, pain, love, and incredible wealth of strength and resilience, he can't help the warm burst of joy with how she's allowed him a place in her life. ]
I'd like that. [ said with a soft chuckle, cas leaning down to tug up the hem of his slacks and examine the plain socks tucked into his worn shoes. ] These're at capacity for mended holes, I think.
[ even if they weren't, he'd be trading them out for anything Claire decided to gift him, quality or practicality be damned. Claire chooses Baby Peach, and a light laugh falls from him, a genuine smile angled down at her. ]
Perhaps with the Princess's combined power, we'll finally topple Yoshi's reigning victory.
[ Yoshi being Dean's primary driver, and record holder for the track cas selects - anything that's not Rainbow Road, basically, because fuck Rainbow Road. ]
hang the dj au;
That is up to your discretion.
[ Giving his outfit a disappointed frown in the mirror, Castiel tilts his head from one odd angle to the next, and decides he should change - again. ]
Unhelpful.
[ The electronic disc doesn't offer apology. At least he has another 3 hours before this arranged date begins, the first he's been on, so there's a wealth of time for indecision. He settles on a button up with a cardigan pulled over, and some slacks - standard business slightly-more-than casual, but he'd be set if this were an interview to be head librarian of a research archive.
Cas shows up to the hub 45 minutes early. He arrives in a tan trench coat, and there isn't really a great place to store it, so Cas just... keeps it on. Somehow, it's comforting. After being seated (only 30 minutes early), he fiddles with the silverware, arranging it in perfectly even increments (both sets). He switches seats about 6 times, and drinks about as many glasses of water. Perhaps not the best decision in hindsight, but he's too anxious he might miss his match's arrival if he leaves for a bathroom break.
The seconds tick down at a glacial pace, no matter how hard Cas stares at the digital clock on his Alexa-styled match-maker. Finally, finally, 15 minutes after the designated time, Coach announces Your match has arrived, and a video feed pops up to show:
A man - a tall, green-eyed, ruggedly handsome man in a leather jacket with light scruff dusting his cheeks that looks really satisfying to touch. It appears Castiel is a little gay. In retrospect, that checks out, but that's far from the forefront of his mind as he watches this man through Not-Alexa's display, entranced.
So much so, he's still ogling the screen when the man reaches the table, and Cas picks up the leather jacket in the corner of his vision.
Panic.
He shoots up, hitting his hip on the edge of the table, and half stumbles his way to standing, with a perfect mimickry of deer in the headlights. ]
Oh. Hello, hi. My apologies.
[ Gulp. A beat of awkwardly intense eye contact passes. Cas holds out an open hand in the not too generous space between them. ]
My name is Castiel.
[ who introduces themself like this? Full statement, entire legal given name. A wince and the slightest nose scrunch as Cas mentally kicks himself, but it's done now and his hand is extended for the most professional handshake the blind dating scene has ever witnessed. All we can do is pray there's an ounce of embarrassing charm to it.
So: going great so far. ]
forgive my unmedicated ass im here
no worries at all my homie, forgive my slowness
we will slowly orbit each other it destiny
so it is written so it shall be
tflns;
2. I woke up this morning spooning a 3 foot statue of Jesus.
3. I found my phone laying in a snow angel outside the bunker this morning.
4. They said "just remember the most important rule of taking psychedelics: monsters can't get through blankets." How do we acquire monster repelling blankets? Are they only sourced from drug dealers?
5. It is time to test the effects of 12 Spicy Ghost Pepper Donuts and overconfidence on the human body.
6. Is "Manwhore Monday" honored as a national holiday?
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