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[paterelohim]

[Man, Chuck picked the wrong fricking day to quit sniffing glue.]

Pop quiz, everyone: raise your hand if Siren’s Port somehow manages to be more apeshit crazy than the world you come from. Bonus if the answer involves lasers.

[Private to Michael Magneto]Okay, seriously. What the fucking hell was that? I mean, I just assume you felt that and no

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[wingsandwill]

Yes.

[Flat answer. Guess who's still displeased at being overprotectively monitored all the time? Particularly by someone that gets into such trouble all on his own.]

And why didn't you know that your wheelchair was equipped with lasers?

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[paterelohim]

Michael told me he was tricking it out with tech to make it comfortable, safe, and keep me from getting blood clots in my legs. He left off the part about laser weapons and defensive shields.

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[wingsandwill]

[Hm. Well.]

They're useful at least.

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[paterelohim]

They're freaky.

Let's go to the aquarium.

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[wingsandwill]

The aquarium?

[Not. Expecting that, but okay. He's not disagreeing, just surprised and a little confused.]

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[paterelohim]

Yeah. Sure. [A little temperamental, more than a little impulsive.] Why not? We can spend the night in the Underground Mall.

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[wingsandwill]

[He's still more than a little confused, but he nods slightly.]

Alright. I've never been to either.

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[paterelohim]

Come on over. I mean, I assume you're out somewhere weird, since I left the apartment for five minutes and you think I'm still trying to keep you on a leash, right? Let's be real here.

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[wingsandwill]

[What is even. Castiel's terrible with this sort of thing and even he can tell Chuck's being weird.]

Should I meet you at the aquarium?

[Since he doesn't know where Chuck is anyway. And he actually is at the apartment--he only just recently woke up, not feeling the greatest that day--but otherwise he totally would've gotten out of it by now, yes.]

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[paterelohim]

Yeah. Yes. Yes, that's a good idea. Can you bring my flask, the one with the weird Kanji crap on it?

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[wingsandwill]

Yes.

[And he cuts the feed, putting the requested item into his jacket pocket and grabbing the things he needs to leave the apartment. He sets out for the aquarium, and upon arriving looks around for Chuck. Not like a wheelchair is hard to miss.]

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[paterelohim]

[Chuck is tooling around outside the main entrance, practicing how to pop a wheelie. It isn't easy with a cast like his, sticking out all in the way, but he's managing it.]

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[wingsandwill]

[Castiel approaches, wondering what he heck he's doing and why, so he asks.]

What are you doing?

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[paterelohim]

Learning how to pop a wheelie. Look-

[Chuck rolls off the handicapped ramp bit of the curb, then wheels a bit to a normal part and turns. After a little effort, he balances the wheelchair on its back wheels and manages to get the chair over the curb like it ain't no thang.]

I can do curbs and small steps now.

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[wingsandwill]

[Oh. How neat. That's actually really useful.]

That will be helpful.

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[paterelohim]

Yeah! It's pretty cool. [He hauls back on the handrims and yanks hard enough to send him rocketing over the concrete towards the entrance.]

Come on, time's a-wasting!