Killing time - the streets (OTA)
The devil makes work for idle thumbs, or at least that's how the saying goes. Gabriel didn't need his brother's help to wind people up and normally keep himself entertained, but the same scenery was beginning to really get on his nerves. Pranks weren't helping, and he'd sorta given up with that anyway since Castiel had spoken with him.
It had been getting boring anyway.
Everything was getting boring. He'd tried to snap himself away, but as that just caused no uncertain amount of pain, he'd resorted to being bored.
He'd changed everything in his room, then changed it again, snapping new furniture and adding whole new rooms but it didn't give him any more than a few minutes relief before the boredom and despair sank in again.
Fuck, he really was stuck here. The most boring place in existence.
Maybe outside, in the clean fresh air, he'd find something or someone to occupy his time.
It had been getting boring anyway.
Everything was getting boring. He'd tried to snap himself away, but as that just caused no uncertain amount of pain, he'd resorted to being bored.
He'd changed everything in his room, then changed it again, snapping new furniture and adding whole new rooms but it didn't give him any more than a few minutes relief before the boredom and despair sank in again.
Fuck, he really was stuck here. The most boring place in existence.
Maybe outside, in the clean fresh air, he'd find something or someone to occupy his time.