[IC Contact | Siren's Pull]

[ofthursday]

[IC contact post for Siren's Pull~]

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[paterelohim]

It's okay to admit it.

[He steps closer and pretty much reaches out to start petting that fucking puppy, because. Puppy. That's why.]

Ever heard of those dog IQ tests?

[ofthursday]

No.

[Castiel shakes his head slightly, and despite the puppy's desire to stay in Castiel's pocket, he pulls him out to set him gently on the floor. Said puppy promptly bounds over to start gnawing on Chuck's robe.]

[paterelohim]

[Chuck scoops the thing up and starts petting it, then proceeds to talk to Cas like absolutely nothing is going on at all.]

So, what's up?

[ofthursday]

You contacted me.

[So surely something's up on Chuck's end, right? Castiel had just been reading and doing nothing, dealing with the past week or so.

The puppy starts to nibble on Chuck's sleeve.]

[paterelohim]

What, I can't call you up just to hang out?

[Good puppy. He keeps petting it.]

I'm bored as hell.

[ofthursday]

I suppose you can.

[He doesn't really mind. It's normal, at least, after all the shakeups that have happened lately. It's so strange that it feels both like just months and like years since he and Chuck had lived together after Castiel had been injured by Sam the first time. It reminds him of something.]

I want to make drinks.

[paterelohim]

[That wonderfully normal suggestion tugs a smile to His face.]

I think that could be arranged. Wanna try frozen drinks? It works because now you can heal my brainfreeze.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel nods, beginning to drift toward the kitchen. He knows that none of the special and flavored alcohols used for mixed drinks will have much of an effect on him, but this is for the fun of learning to make them much more than getting drunk.]

Alright. Brainfreeze?

[paterelohim]

Yeah, ice cream headache.

[Chuck tucks the dog under one arm and follows him, starting to pull things out and set them on the counter. It's a little tricky with one hand.]

Something about your soft palate and blood vessels in your head, I think.

[ofthursday]

Oh.

[He doesn't quite understand, but.]

I can heal you, yes.

[paterelohim]

Kickass.

[Fumbling for the blender lid.]

Can you get the frozen berries from the freezer and the margarita mix from the fridge?

[ofthursday]

[Castiel does as he's told, though the berries are easier to find than the margarita mix as he knows what the former is far more than the latter. But he returns to Chuck's side soon enough with the required ingredients.