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foolintherain) wrote2021-08-31 03:17 pm
foolintherain) wrote2021-08-31 03:17 pm
INBOX #305682
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"I can't answer my phone right now, but you know what to do."
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"I can't answer my phone right now, but you know what to do."
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[ Watching the creature respond to Bolin so readily and make itself at home in his shirt is actually adorable, and Castiel looks a bit wistful. It must be nice to be that close to one's omen. Castiel's (if that's what the three-eyed wolf that watches him from the shadows is) is far more distant.
He's disturbed from his thoughts when Bolin grabs his hand. ]
That's not— ...Alright.
[ Awkward, definitely, but Castiel looks at their joined hands for a moment before deciding that sure, this is fine. He clasps Bolin's hand more fully, and just then, in an instant, there's a burst of wind, a sideways tug, like a fishing line attached to Bolin's stomach is being suddenly pulled taut. The room goes rainbow-black, like an oil slick film coated on the back of Bolin's eyes, and then—
In the blink of an eye, they're somewhere else entirely. They haven't left Cellar Door, but they're in a very noisy bar called Earmworm. The lights flash neon and there's familiar, energetic music playing Bolin's ear, customized to his preference. Cas hears the first jumpy chords of The Song Remains the Same, and with a reassuring hand on Bolin's back, he guides him along towards the bar. ]
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But also Bolin is the kind of person who just takes things without realizing. While he's distracted you can hand him just about anything and he won't question it until it's way too late. There have been many pranks at his expense because of it.
What he is not expecting is the sudden, sideways gut thump of teleportation and when they land he counts his lucky stars he didn't pee himself. What the heck--
Castiel really is a great spirit, holy moly..
He looks around, wide eyed before the angel guides him and he moves without hesitation. Bolin has never been to Earworm but by everyone's clothes and the giant slug on stage he's sure they're still in trench.
It's like a two minute walk, was the blinking really necessary??]
Where are we?
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appartingteleporting all the time. ]Earworm.
[ Cas answers, and though the smells and the sounds are more distinct now than they ever were before, like a fractal painting that used to be dreamily impressionistic, the familiarity of the place has him relaxing anyway. And walking very eagerly to the bar, with Bolin in tow. Bolin must find it at home too, Cas thinks. It's a glorified dirt hole in the ground, after all. ]
That's Lady Bop: the owner of this place. She's responsible for the music you're hearing.
[ He gestures with a nod towards the stage, finally releasing Bolin once they're at the bar and Castiel is able to pull himself out a seat and order himself a bottle— yes, an entire bottle, thank you— of what passes for the worm excretion equivalent of Everclear. ]
She's no Madam Generosity, but she knows how to have a good time.
[ The bottle he receives is served with a glass. Castiel pours a very small sip into it and pushes it in Bolin's direction, then upends the bottle for himself, drinking a good quarter of it one very long guzzle. ]
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Just like that, apparently.
But you know what? Fuck it. This moment is as good as any. Usually Bo drowns his feelings in noodles but this feels like the adult version of that and he's ready.
They don't have to speak much. What is there to say? So he nods and drinks and coughs because oh- oh spirits that is- that is like swallowing a boar-u-pine backwards.]
Hoooooooooooo--
[Cough, hack, IT BURNS! He slaps his hand on the bar a few times while his eyes well up but once he's got control of himself and he's fair sure he isn't going to throw up he grabs his glass and thrusts it forward.]
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