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collegedropout) wrote2013-08-12 09:53 pm
collegedropout) wrote2013-08-12 09:53 pm
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IC Contact.
"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."
"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."
[You make up for it by having the worst adulthood imaginable :|]
It wasn't so bad. That was an isolated incident. [She smiles a little thinly.] I suppose the Animus just have a sense of humour to pull me from there.
I made a friend from that time, though. [Her only friend. But good enough.] So it was-- it had its benefits.
It wasn't so bad. That was an isolated incident. [She smiles a little thinly.] I suppose the Animus just have a sense of humour to pull me from there.
I made a friend from that time, though. [Her only friend. But good enough.] So it was-- it had its benefits.
I was... You know. I was just crappy company, is all.
What? No, you weren't.
I mean, I was worried I'd screwed up when you were, uhm. [ what does she even call what he was... ] A different you. [ NAILED IT ]
But I didn't mind and you definitely weren't crappy company.
I mean, I was worried I'd screwed up when you were, uhm. [ what does she even call what he was... ] A different you. [ NAILED IT ]
But I didn't mind and you definitely weren't crappy company.
Pretty crappy sense of humor...
[He seems to take all this in to study, quiet and thoughtful, and then he nods.]
It's good that you made a friend. Those can be... harder to come by than most think, right?
[He seems to take all this in to study, quiet and thoughtful, and then he nods.]
It's good that you made a friend. Those can be... harder to come by than most think, right?
I won't deny that. [The crappiest. Her expression softens, though, from its guilty look.]
Very much so. I suppose when considering that, it's...not an event that I regret. [Even if it's a sore memory. Life became a little easier after that.]
I'd rather not have gone through it a second time, mind. Not when there are friendlier dogs around.
[Aheh.]
Very much so. I suppose when considering that, it's...not an event that I regret. [Even if it's a sore memory. Life became a little easier after that.]
I'd rather not have gone through it a second time, mind. Not when there are friendlier dogs around.
[Aheh.]
[Well, he can't help but fluster a little at that.
The other him. Sure the hell was a different him - or... well, he supposes not. Not really.]
... Well. Thanks for the singing performances, anyway.
The other him. Sure the hell was a different him - or... well, he supposes not. Not really.]
... Well. Thanks for the singing performances, anyway.
Nah, definitely not a second time. Riot and Bones are about as threatening as a pile of feathers.
[Well, Riot's kind of too ditzy and happy and dumb to really be a guard dog, and Bones is old as hell, so.]
[Well, Riot's kind of too ditzy and happy and dumb to really be a guard dog, and Bones is old as hell, so.]
[She smiles at the description, finally.]
...Riot will definitely be all right?
...Riot will definitely be all right?
I - Oh, uh. You're welcome?
[ Smooth as crunchy peanut butter. ]
I'm glad you liked it. I know it's probably usually pretty obnoxious but... I'm always happy to help where I can.
[ Smooth as crunchy peanut butter. ]
I'm glad you liked it. I know it's probably usually pretty obnoxious but... I'm always happy to help where I can.
Of course; he's been through way worse than that and came out on top.
Kinda' a tough dog. Don't let the lovey-dovey friend thing he does fool you.
Kinda' a tough dog. Don't let the lovey-dovey friend thing he does fool you.
Naaah, you weren't.
You did good, I'd say. Better than me, probably.
[also he's not much for singing, anyway
he is not a man who sings well]
You did good, I'd say. Better than me, probably.
[also he's not much for singing, anyway
he is not a man who sings well]
[She's relieved, then. And this situation shouldn't ever repeat itself. She hopes.]
Hopefully I can return the favour, some day.
[Two now, actually.]
Hopefully I can return the favour, some day.
[Two now, actually.]
Well, I've never heard you sing so I couldn't say.
[ They've probably had this conversation before but - ]
Maybe someday?
[ They've probably had this conversation before but - ]
Maybe someday?
You don't have to do that.
But I don't doubt it.
But I don't doubt it.
[snort
He thrums his fingers on his table, finally looking up at her clearly (even if he's trying not to stare at her body, which is hard, because - y'know. All that skin.]
Maybe if you want me to kill a few innocent birds with my pitch.
He thrums his fingers on his table, finally looking up at her clearly (even if he's trying not to stare at her body, which is hard, because - y'know. All that skin.]
Maybe if you want me to kill a few innocent birds with my pitch.
[ That's the point of swim suits though, really. All that skin. ... Also Meg is trying to build her confidence or something, okay.
It's still a work in progress. ]
Well, in that case, it's not a bad hunting strategy! Always gotta' look on the bright side, right?
It's still a work in progress. ]
Well, in that case, it's not a bad hunting strategy! Always gotta' look on the bright side, right?
[He laughs, and it's a genuine one, the kind you can decipher by the depth of his dimples.]
Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.
Bright side to this conversation — you really do look good, Rosie. Seriously. You'll woo the crowds for sure.
Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.
Bright side to this conversation — you really do look good, Rosie. Seriously. You'll woo the crowds for sure.
I - Oh, uh. Thanks.
[ For as much as she wants it to mean something, she knows it isn't more than a friendly compliment. ... But that's still nice to get as well. ]
Too bad it's mostly just for show. I can't actually swim but still. Good to know it still looks good regardless.
[ For as much as she wants it to mean something, she knows it isn't more than a friendly compliment. ... But that's still nice to get as well. ]
Too bad it's mostly just for show. I can't actually swim but still. Good to know it still looks good regardless.
[Castiel knows he should probably be concerned about Rosie's disappearance, and on some level he is--he's also a bit guilty, since he's pretty sure he contributed to it--but on the other hand, some part of him is selfishly glad that it's more quiet. He would be a whole lot more guilty about that as well if it weren't that he's been feeling so unwell the past few days, and less people and more quiet means he can do more sleeping.
Or trying to sleep, anyway, as that's still tough as always, and the worse he feels the less he's managing it anyway. Eventually he gets up from his usual corner to move closer to the fire, but walking is surprisingly difficult to coordinate and he ends up wobbling and clutching with his one good arm onto the nearest object, which happens to be Sam.]
Hello.
[Said like there's nothing weird at all about this.]
Or trying to sleep, anyway, as that's still tough as always, and the worse he feels the less he's managing it anyway. Eventually he gets up from his usual corner to move closer to the fire, but walking is surprisingly difficult to coordinate and he ends up wobbling and clutching with his one good arm onto the nearest object, which happens to be Sam.]
Hello.
[Said like there's nothing weird at all about this.]
[For the love of —
No, Sam is not exactly a happy camper lately. He's pretty annoyed at Rosie, for one thing, under all the usual concern, because she knows this kind of thing — friends vanishing, running away — is pretty much a horrible thing to do to someone. Doesn't matter how her self-worth is; she knows better. And now Castiel is doing that annoying thing where he doesn't admit he needs more than just a little sleep.
He's been human before, he knows the score.
He's just a stubborn fuck.
(Sam is one to talk, but that doesn't change anything.)
He grips Castiel back, helping him regain his footing, and looks completely and utterly unhappy with life in general.]
Cas... You're getting worse.
[He puts a hand to Castiel's head. Fever?]
No, Sam is not exactly a happy camper lately. He's pretty annoyed at Rosie, for one thing, under all the usual concern, because she knows this kind of thing — friends vanishing, running away — is pretty much a horrible thing to do to someone. Doesn't matter how her self-worth is; she knows better. And now Castiel is doing that annoying thing where he doesn't admit he needs more than just a little sleep.
He's been human before, he knows the score.
He's just a stubborn fuck.
(Sam is one to talk, but that doesn't change anything.)
He grips Castiel back, helping him regain his footing, and looks completely and utterly unhappy with life in general.]
Cas... You're getting worse.
[He puts a hand to Castiel's head. Fever?]
[He's been attempting to convince himself that his exhaustion and illness are normal; he'd broken his wrist before as a human, and had assorted other injuries over time, and he'd always felt tired while recovering. He'd been blaming all the rest on the severity of the breaks and poor nutrition, as well as mental stress, but Sam is right; he knows that isn't truly the case, even while he tries to pretend otherwise.
But it's not like there's a lot that can be done here, so he's trying to just wait it out. Everyone has more than enough to worry about without him adding to it, especially Sam, and Castiel has no desire at all to make him feel any more guilty than he already does especially when he looks that unhappy already.
It's impossible to pretend he doesn't have a fever when Sam touches his forehead though; it isn't ridiculously high--yet--but it is more than enough so to be unusual.]
I'm fine, Sam.
[He responds to the comment, though he's thankful for the stabilizing Sam provides. Castiel is quiet a moment, then decides that response probably isn't believable and elaborates a little.]
I'm not... Feeling well but it should pass.
[Right? Probably.]
But it's not like there's a lot that can be done here, so he's trying to just wait it out. Everyone has more than enough to worry about without him adding to it, especially Sam, and Castiel has no desire at all to make him feel any more guilty than he already does especially when he looks that unhappy already.
It's impossible to pretend he doesn't have a fever when Sam touches his forehead though; it isn't ridiculously high--yet--but it is more than enough so to be unusual.]
I'm fine, Sam.
[He responds to the comment, though he's thankful for the stabilizing Sam provides. Castiel is quiet a moment, then decides that response probably isn't believable and elaborates a little.]
I'm not... Feeling well but it should pass.
[Right? Probably.]
[He doesn't look impressed. If anything, he just aims to sit his friend down.]
You're feverish. Let me look at the arm, see if there's any complications.
[show me now mister]
You're feverish. Let me look at the arm, see if there's any complications.
[show me now mister]
[He sits down without complaint in front of the fire, holding his jacket closer to himself with his good arm, closing his eyes briefly as the change in elevation makes his head spin. He frowns at Sam's words but reaches up to pull the sling carefully over his head, a little clumsy both because he just is and because he's extra uncoordinated at the moment, but doesn't bother attempting to unwrap the bandages with one hand.]
I doubt there is much to see, Sam.
[He's only letting Sam check so he doesn't fret forever.]
I doubt there is much to see, Sam.
[He's only letting Sam check so he doesn't fret forever.]
I'll let you know if there is or not.
[GRIPE GRIPE.
He starts to unwrap it, looking a bit unsure. Because he doesn't want bad news, and he doesn't want to be the bearer of it, and he just wants his friends to be okay, goddammit.]
Haven't been jacking up your arm with more push-ups, huh?
[look he's joking with you]
[GRIPE GRIPE.
He starts to unwrap it, looking a bit unsure. Because he doesn't want bad news, and he doesn't want to be the bearer of it, and he just wants his friends to be okay, goddammit.]
Haven't been jacking up your arm with more push-ups, huh?
[look he's joking with you]
[Castiel isn't paying much attention as Sam unwraps his arm; other than the occasional flicker of his eyes he doesn't show any sign that it hurts, and he's a lot more interested in trying to fall asleep again. Or trying not to fall asleep. He isn't sure.]
I can barely manage them with two arms.
[He manages the correct joke in response, even though it's also true, frowning a little in discomfort as the last of the bandages are removed. There's a ton of slowly-healing bruising, which probably isn't much surprise, but there's also some strange reddish splotching across the arm as well. Castiel's eyebrows furrow slightly as he notices it, glancing briefly back up at Sam in question; he's pretty sure that's unusual.]
I can barely manage them with two arms.
[He manages the correct joke in response, even though it's also true, frowning a little in discomfort as the last of the bandages are removed. There's a ton of slowly-healing bruising, which probably isn't much surprise, but there's also some strange reddish splotching across the arm as well. Castiel's eyebrows furrow slightly as he notices it, glancing briefly back up at Sam in question; he's pretty sure that's unusual.]
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