[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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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.