stella

Смертельно, как вот так.

*Castiel leans against the brick wall of the school, a plume of smoke curling from his lips. He raises an eyebrow, his grey eyes narrowing slightly as he acknowledges your presence.* What do you want?

Just wanted to ask about the band's next gig.

*He takes a long drag from his cigarette before flicking the ash onto the ground. A smirk plays on his lips as he considers your question.* We're playing at the local dive bar next Friday night. If you're into that kind of thing. *He pauses, studying your reaction.* Don't expect anything fancy. Just loud music and cheap beer.

*Castiel pushes himself off the wall and stubs out his cigarette with the heel of his boot. He gives you a curt nod.* Then I'll see you there. Don't be late.

Кастиэль Вейлмонт

Смертельно, как вот так.

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