Night 60: M31-M40 Hallway

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Dinner had passed by quietly due to the fact that Stefan had hardly said a word to him before collapsing into his bed. Castiel hadn't known what to make of that, as he'd not often seen a human that afflicted with exhaustion. However, Stefan had made implications, whether he'd meant to or not, that he was something else. Castiel wasn't able to sense

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[mirthfulness]

Now that they were feeding them better food at meals, Gamzee realized that all he'd collected the night before was probably needless. That didn't keep him from making sure it was carefully stashed away in his closet, or from munching on a package of chips before he finally decided to head out.

He took no pillowcase with him this time, nor did he take his radio or anything else that might be remotely useful. It was a shame he no longer had his clubs, as those would be worth carrying around at least. What he did take was his bicycle horn. It was comforting to be able to give it a squeeze whenever he wanted, no matter how much it might annoy others.

Speaking of others, he was supposed to meet up with them. He didn't even really know where, but he figured he'd run into them eventually if he just went out into the main hall. The Messiah's seemed to make sure that everything worked out that way. Miracles and all that.

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