Night 53: M31-M40

[moral_liberty]

Sleep came and left Kaworu easily. He couldn't remember most of the time he had spent there in bed, but he acknowledged the absence of experience. Nothing had happened that day. A person had told him to sleep, and laid a hand on his head. He had felt nothing. He only stayed still, and waited for the bleed of identities that did not come. He was

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[poorexample]

Castiel had just barely finished registering what had been said on the intercom when his roommate uncurled from his spot on the floor and took off just as soon as he'd said some sort of farewell. He watched the young man's form slip out of the door and frowned to himself. He needed to eat -- that could mean a number of things. Most creatures needed food, and that of course included humans, but unlike humans, most monsters turned nasty when they were deprived.

Still, Stefan was as good as gone, which meant that Castiel couldn't spend any more time on him. He was concerned in the way that someone who wanted to solve a problem was concerned, but if anything came up it would be when dinner rolled around again. If Stefan lost control of himself Castiel was sure he could handle it, but then again, he was relatively powerless here.

Either way, the doctor had made his strange announcement, laced with uncertainty and backpedaling alike. Castiel didn't think too much of it, and instead moved on to grab his flashlight from its allotted spot. The radio was taken too, even though it hadn't been of much help to him thus far. What would have done him better was a knife, but thus far he hadn't found any useful leads for obtaining one. It was something to look into, much like how he wanted to learn the proper way to pick a lock.

All of those things would have to wait, however, as he'd already formulated a plan for the night. With the necessary items in hand, he followed after Stefan, though his roommate had already disappeared down the hall.

[To here.]