First meeting meme!
The First Meeting Meme
Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others. Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met. If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme ( Read more... )
Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others. Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met. If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme ( Read more... )
He set his beer down on the table as he passed, paused for a second with his hand on the knob, then tugged the door open.
Good lord, it's a hippy.
Wait, don't say that out loud, Winchester, that's probably a great way to make a dick first impression. Dean really doesn't need some guy camped out in front of his door with an acoustic guitar protesting his treatment of Peaceful Americans or something. Granted, he can get behind some of the music and some of the better recreational activities, but if this guy's a vegetarian--
Oh, hell no, he better not be a vegetarian, those bastards are always sucking other people into their guilt speeches--
"I eat cows." Ah. Shit. Well, that kinda slipped out. Clarify that statement, stupid. "Like, meat. Not, you know... whole... cows."
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Cas can hear someone stomping over to the door, and oh God, here it comes, why didn't he bring pepper spra-
Oh. Alright, well... Guy doesn't look like a lunatic and there are no meat cleavers as of yet.. This is going well. Really well, actually; guy's certainly not hard on the eyes at all. Yeah, leave it to Cas to totally miss the point of this whole looking-at-apartment thing and turn it into looking-at-tenant thing. Eh, he's wearing sunglasses. It's discreet.
There's a look that passes over the guy's face that Cas can't exactly decipher, and then...
Cows. He eats cows...? Is he really high, or did this guy just say he eats... Cows? And then there's the clarification: meat. O...kay. There's a pause that's probably awkward for everyone involved during which time Cas's drug-addled brain tries to come up with a response to that... Rather strange greeting.
"Uh..."
Right, yep, that's just perfect. Yeah this apartment's gonna happen. He continues in spite of his better judgement, "Yeah. I'm a fan. Bring on the Big Mac."
Another pause. Awkward... Push on through, Cas, you're high, you can do it.
"You Dean?"
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He'd return the sentiment about the guy not being on the attractive end of things, but he can't get past the artfully tousled jeans and the possibility of meat lectures. Also, those sunglasses obscure, like, half of his face. Who wears sunglasses indoors? No-talent one-hit-wonders from the eighties aside.
On the bright side, at least he eats Big Macs. Even if he did think Dean was freaking retarded by this point. The four seconds of silence said as much. Come on, Dean, salvage the situation.
"Thank god. I thought- never mind. Just... Never mind." Maybe he's been exposed to so many crazies, it's contagious or something? Or maybe this rental thing just isn't meant to happen? Damn it, universe once, just once, give him a freaking break. Alright. Something normal. Hold out your hand. Hand-shakes are normal and not weird. "Yeah, hi. Cas, right? From- earlier, on the phone."
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And hey, there we go, a gesture that isn't akin to asking what kind of shampoo Cas's mother likes. He really shouldn't have watched that horror marathon and then smoked, damn... He takes Dean's hand when it's offered and shakes it like a normal person. Flashes him a smile, too, because this place doesn't look half bad from what he can see, it's in a good location, and because, well... Frankly he's high and there's not much else to do but smile.
"Yeah, hey. So..." he peeks over Dean's shoulder. They should probably move this whole apartment tour thing... Into the apartment.
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Also, you know, he actually shook hands, unlike that dude who called his apartment a hovel.
"Right- yeah." He pulled back, stepped out of the doorway and swung it wide to let the other man in, then shut it behind them. The place wasn't huge, the kitchen and the living room were essentially the same space, separated by a transition from wood to tile and a stomach-level counter that extended a few feet out from the wall. Smallish kitchen table, newish appliances, a raggedy, too-big but comfortable couch, and a large t.v. because Dean likes him some video games.
At the back right side of the living-room was a hallway, obviously leading to the two bedrooms.
"Sorry about the furniture, not exactly Better Homes and Gardens. If you've got- you know- anything, we can shove stuff around, I guess, it's no problem." Though Dean was pretty attached to that couch. "Bedroom's down the hall on the left."
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Well, that and their conduct while stoned out of their mind... But it doesn't look like that's gonna be happening right now.
Dean's hands are firm, rough... Honest. Cas appreciates that.
He follows Dean further into the apartment, glancing around at the furniture and the general lay of the land. Not too big, cozy looking... Sweet TV, yeah, that's a plus. He thinks he spots a game console too, and okay, this guy seems pretty chill now that he's not talking about his eating habits in the most awkward way possible. That couch looks stupidly comfortable too, Cas can definitely see himself sprawled out on it.
All good things. He grins.
"No, it's great. This is a pretty nice setup, I don't have much that I'd be bringing with me. I've been... Away." He glances down the hall toward the bedrooms, then points to the window at the far side of the living room. "That a fire escape?"
He could definitely see himself hanging out out there.
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Bedroom furniture, on the other hand... well, just fingers crossed that he's got a bed, because the last guy was pretty keen on making off with it when he got the hell outta dodge. Bastard tried to make off with Dean's Xbox, but nobody takes his Nazi Zombies without a fight. That's stress relief.
The guy smiles- grins, really- and Dean can't help but find himself relaxing a little. Warming up to him. So, maybe jumping to hippy douche on first impression was a little judgmental of him, but he's never had the most open mind anyway. Still, good handshake, nice smile, and he isn't being a dick over Dean's awesome couch, yeah, maybe he's alright. Still no attempts at stealing anything and no creepy under-the-breath mumbling. As long as he doesn't flip his lid and start going Child's Play with Dean's butcher knives, he might be in the clear.
Don't get too excited, man, just because you got a normal one doesn't mean it's gonna work out. There's still the business end of things. He comes back into focus at Cas's question, glances out the window at the fire escape and nods. "Yeah, you know. Safety first."
He flashed a thumbs-up and a fake-ass smile that suggested he just might not be all that fire-safety conscious. In reality, it's less fire escape, more place to talk on the phone or morosely throw beer bottles at the neighboring building when he's being a sobbing drunkass. He nodded his head toward the hall. "You- uh- wanna see the room?"
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As far as bedroom furniture goes... He doesn't actually have a bed- he's been staying in a motel since he got back from his most reacent trip a few weeks ago (which has been steadily draining his funds more than he'd like)- but as soon as he finds a place, that's the first thing on his list of Shit To Make Happen. His bed at ho- where he used to live was pretty nice and it's gonna be hard to top, but he fully intends on finding something nice. He's a fan of bed.
Now that this place is looking better than he could have expected, Cas reasons it's probably best he maybe take the sunglasses off to get a better look. He's pretty sure his eyes aren't that red... Hopefully he'll just look tired. He huffs out a laugh at safety first- seriously, the last of his concerns- as he pulls them off and pops them on top of his head.
"Safety first."
He actually snorts at the thumbs-up. This is... Not going horribly. He turns his attention back down the hall and nods.
"Yeah, definitely."
He's actually pretty pleased with this place- and its inhabitant, if he's honest- and so as long as this room isn't mildewy and gross with bloodstains on the floor... It could work out.
Imagine that.
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And holy shit the hippy has the bluest god damn eyes, doesn't he? He actually pauses for a second, and then he's back to it, moving right along. Definitely not a road he's planning to go down with a guy who could potentially become his roommate. Nope. Cross it off the list. Never gonna happen.
He heads down the hall, pushes the bathroom door open as he passes just because he's sure hip- Cas- is going to want to see it. Better to start using the guy's name, he's going to have to get used to it. "One bathroom- sorry, we're gonna have to share. It's nice, though, and I won't leave shit in the floor if you don't."
Not that he minds, it's just less of a pain to clean. And, last but not least, the bedroom. Fairly decent sized, considering it's not the master bedroom, good closet space as long as he's not like one of those women with nine thousand pantsuits to hang up. And... completely and totally bare. Not a lick of furniture. At least it's got a window?
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He follows Dean down the hall, peeks into the bathroom when the door's pushed open, and wow, it is pretty nice. He can deal with one bathroom; the places he's been lately haven't exactly been havens of cleanliness and modern commodities... It's not a hole in the ground? Cool, he's good. ...Also that shower? Nice.
"Shouldn't be a problem. This is... A damn nice bathroom."
He shouldn't be surprised, given the quality of the rest of the place, but... Add that to the pro column: not scuzzy bathroom.
They move to the bedroom last, and yeah, okay, this works. There's... Nothing in it. Which is fine by Cas, really, he's more than happy to get some stuff to shove in here. There's a spot that looks like it could perfectly fit the size bed he's thinking of getting, that closet's pretty roomy, he could put... A lot of stuff he doesn't have yet in there. And that window is perfect lounging on bed and smoking height.
Yep. This is a winner.
"Hmm, roomy. I gotta say, this is a pretty nice setup you've got here." He steps into the room, takes a look out the window to assess the view. It's not perfect, but it'll do. At least he won't be staring completely at the side of another building. Look, there's a sliver of sky there, too! Very nice. He could definitely get used to this.
"How much did you say the rent would be?"
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Also, he was European. And not in the cool way. In the weird way.
Fucking asshole.
"Hell yeah it is. The only thing it's missing is a Jacuzzi tub, but that's probably for the best. I'd just move out of my bedroom and sleep in there." He shook his head and moved to lean against the bedroom door frame while the guy checked it out. Crossed his arms over his chest. "Three hundred a month for rent, split the utilities, and occasional grocery shopping would be good. Not really necessary, but you know. If you leave it to me, we'll live off of beer, noodles, and take-out. You got a job, man? Any references?"
Because you're supposed to ask for those to sound official or something, right? Not that Dean plans to call anybody. Seems like that would take effort, and he's not really into the idea of calling up a bunch of strangers to hear bullshit reviews. Then again, he probably would have known better than to let the last guy move in if he'd have bothered.
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Cas snorts- he's slept in his share of bathtubs, and it's not all it's cracked up to be no matter how nice they are. Maybe if he were a foot shorter it might have been okay, but unless it's one of those massive mini-pool tubs, the leg room's kind of lacking. "Mmm," he hums, still looking the room over (carpet, moulding, ceiling fan), "that sounds reasonable. I think I could swing that, groceries and all. Not that living off of beer and takeout would be so bad, I saw, what, five Chinese places on my way here? It's like being in Chinatown only without the turtles and counterfeit watches."
Satisfied that the place is as nice and not moldy as it'd appeared, Cas leans up against the bare window, stretches his arms out and curls his fingers over the corners of the sill. References... Fuck. He hadn't thought about that. Fuck.
"Ah, yeah..." and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, totally not shady at all, "job yes," (okay, not entirely true, but the interview is tomorrow and he's pretty damn sure he's set, the woman he'd spoken to when he'd done the whole applying thing had seemed enthused about getting new, Cas-shaped help for her store) "references no. I haven't been stateside for a long time and unless you can speak Telugu you're just gonna have to trust your own judgement of my character."
And have another oh-so-charming smile, Dean. See? Not a psycho, not European, not going to run off with your furniture. ...Can't promise there won't be people over from time to time but certainly not six at once. He's had more than his share of that; it's a bit old at this point. Cas is really hoping he won't have to go into detail about his family situation any time soon, and he's definitely not up to it today.
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And fuck anyone who doesn't appreciate the Ninja Turtles. They were both teenage, and mutant. Also, hello, ninjas? He shoved off of the door frame and nodded his head back toward the kitchen. Sure, they could have this conversation standing uncomfortably in an empty room, or actually sit down like normal human beings at the kitchen table.
And with that second option, he can initiate the Beer Test.
"I'm not gonna lie to you, I have no idea what Telugu is, I just like to ask so it seems like I know what the hell I'm doing. The way I figure it, if you were gonna give me references, you'd just pick people that liked you anyway, and what the hell's the point of that? Then I gotta try and figure out whether it's actually your last employer, or just your jackass uncle Stephen." He paused at the kitchen and shot a look over his shoulder. "Uh- you know. No offense if you actually do have a jackass uncle Stephen. Sure he's a lovely man. Beer?"
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At Dean's nod he pushes himself up from the window sill and follows him into the kitchen, more than content to continue the conversation there. It seems more businesslike than in a bare room, anyway, and he's taking that as a good sign. He could definitely see himself here, as surprising as that is.
"It's what they speak in India, at least where I was staying." He helps himself to one of the seats at the kitchen table with a small huff of laughter. "Very official, I get it. But you're right, it's not exactly reliable. I probably would have given you my jackass uncle Stephen, if I had one. And sure," he nods at the offer of beer, beer sounds fantastic right about now, "I'll have whatever's on tap."
And okay, so he usually goes for the more high-end type... But a beer's a beer, especially when it's someone else's.
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So far, though, he's coming across as pretty chill. Then again, he is a hippy. Maybe that's the exactly perfect counterpoint to Dean's accidentally assholish but well-intentioned sense of humor?
Or something like that.
And he passed the beer test! Which.. really, the only way to fail it would be to give him a pissy look and insinuate that alcohol was the fruit of the devil. So far, so good. He tugged the fridge open, pulled one out and slid it across the table. Sank down into the chair across from him, and leaned forward onto his elbows.
"India, huh? Is that like, what, a peace corp thing, or do you just have weird ass choices for vacation destinations?"
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Cas would have been absolutely crestfallen to have failed the beer test, and so it's a good thing he seems to have passed more or less with flying colours. Beer isn't exactly his thing- and yeah, eventually he'll have to get into what his thing is, (sooner, rather than later...)- but he's been all over and while he'll admit it had been unpleasant at first, he's firmly aboard the beer train now. He gratefully accepts the beer Dean slides across the table in his direction, fingers curling around the cool glass. Feels good, man.
"Neither, I just needed to get away, and you don't get much further away than India. It was a good choice, it's beautiful there." He twists the top off of his beer and takes a pull. It's cold, it's refreshing, it's a pretty awesome beer. He's satisfied. "I was there for a year or two, and I'd have stayed longer but I figured it was about time I come back home..."
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