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[unwings]

{ ᴄᴀʟʟ | ᴛᴇxᴛ | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ }

" Mᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɪʟ. "

Comments

[righteously]

Don't wait outside
go home
get a massage
take a nap
teach the junior angel the Enochian alphabet or something
I'll see you in two days

[unwings]

Your preferences are noted and irrelevant. Inmates don't get votes.
I don't need a massage. Or a nap. I need you to be not incarcerated.
If you don't want me lingering, perhaps you should consider not getting arrested in the future.

[righteously]

Remember the good ol days when you used to go on those long rants about how you weren't my mother and you weren't here to perch on my shoulder or whatever?

I do. Those were good times.

[unwings]

Yes, the good ol days, when I aided in molding you into a tool for the apocalypse.

I too wish I still had a magical pocket-dimension room to lock you in for your own good, but as the sage Mick Jagger proclaimed: you can't always get what you want.

1/2

[righteously]

Hold up
Did you just

[righteously]

Did you just quote the Rolling Stones at me??

[unwings]

Consider it an experiment in communicating concepts the way you best understand.
Did it work?

[righteously]

A little

( maybe slightly in ways Castiel did not actually intend )

[unwings]

Well, then in the immortal words of Pink Floyd, "I wish you were here."

[righteously]

Alright, alright, reel it in. Nobody likes a sappy angel.

( He does. He likes a sappy angel. )