#t:cas

“Oi, knucklehead.” Cas couldn’t be bothered with remembering his sister’s boyfriend’s (well kind of ex boyfriend kind of sort of not on again off again trainwreck of a relationship he may as well get use to) name at this point in the morning. “Hot choc for Eliza, Clari’s stupid espresso drink, and straight large coffee for you and the blonde idiot?” At least Gal wasn’t the idiot, today. He was trying, gods love him.

east, south, west, north

“Don’t touch those, my sister will take hands off for offense.” Cas didn’t look up at Sirius, but he was referencing the box of sugary candies sitting on the desk. The American himself, was sitting in a straight back chair, looking at ease with an open book balanced on his knee. The Return Of The Native, by Thomas Hardy. Cas could hear his English teacher back in high school already fainting with glee. Personally, Cas couldn’t wait to get his hands on an original Tess, but that was if he was stuck here into the 1890′s.

Text: Hmmmm, you might have to help jog my memory here...

Text: Oh no wait, you were the one that got arrested after trying to beat up the karaoke machine because it was an ‘evil dictator’ right?

[pause]

Text: Kidding

Text: Good to know you’re alive though, I was getting a little worried