Interesting. [So it's not like how his vessel operates. ...though he's come to think more of his vessel as his body, so he's kind of reluctant to let it freeze and break apart.] If you won't render yourself incapable of movement, then I'd welcome your assistance.
[Cool, just hangin out waiting for Kaworu to waltz his insane waves up- ah there he is on approach. Sweet goodness, Cas could pick this kid out of a nebula with a frequency like that.] Thank you for coming.
[Kaworu is wearing a t-shirt with a star print, faded pink sweat pants, socks with bees on them, and the overwhelming glow of his soul. He manages not to look uncertain, mostly because his face so easily falls into that super mellow smile.]
How can I help you, Castiel?
[Either he was recently napping, or he just hasn't bothered to brush his hair.]
Come with me. [Yeah we're gonna relocate. THERE'S A METHOD TO HIS MADNESS, PROMISE. He flags down a transport truck and requests the driver allow them to ride in the bed for a little while before climbing in and- okay, offering Kaworu a hand up like he's some regular human teenager.]
[Kaworu might as well be the Angel of Being Way Too Mellow. Even if his clothes are rumpled and his hair a fluffy concern, the rest of him is completely unruffled. He takes Castiel's hand with zero complaint, mostly because he likes holding hands with people. His skin is cool in the way a hospital keeps cool, for calming purposes.
He climbs gracefully into the bed of the truck. It's not fair for a teenage body to somehow be so poised. He should at least be gangly or something...]
I wonder where we're going, [he says pleasantly. Otherwise he's going to drum his fingers on his knee and hum some Chopin. Could be a space cadet.]
They sit together quietly in the truck, Castiel glancing about every so often, before he waits for the truck to hover to a stop for some cross traffic and quickly slips down from the bed, gesturing for Kaworu to follow him. He checks his comm, sighs and pockets it, but leads them over to a bench to sit, leaving space for Kaworu.] One of the goals of the expedition would be to free Sam Winchester from the Marvisa, where I believe he's being held.
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How can I help you, Castiel?
[Either he was recently napping, or he just hasn't bothered to brush his hair.]
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He climbs gracefully into the bed of the truck. It's not fair for a teenage body to somehow be so poised. He should at least be gangly or something...]
I wonder where we're going, [he says pleasantly. Otherwise he's going to drum his fingers on his knee and hum some Chopin. Could be a space cadet.]
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They sit together quietly in the truck, Castiel glancing about every so often, before he waits for the truck to hover to a stop for some cross traffic and quickly slips down from the bed, gesturing for Kaworu to follow him. He checks his comm, sighs and pockets it, but leads them over to a bench to sit, leaving space for Kaworu.] One of the goals of the expedition would be to free Sam Winchester from the Marvisa, where I believe he's being held.