[Castiel really has nothing relevant to be posting about. He would've skipped doing so for this event entirely, busy with other projects, if it didn't happen to become necessary
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[Have some sharp rat-a-tat-tatting, right on your locker, Castiel. If you listen closely, you'll notice it's Morse Code for: "Today, you're everyone's little bitch."]
[Raphael just smirks, then... stands there, basically. The sunlight filtering through to this spot is actually quite nice, and it's not like she has somewhere important to be.]
[He's quiet and still another moment longer to make sure she isn't going to hit the door again, then returns to messing with the keypad. He knows she's still there though, paying more attention, and it prompts him to speak once more.]
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Why are you still here?
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To watch you flounder.
[Because she has nothing better to do.]
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That is a terrible reason.
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[He responds immediately, idly; this is clearly something at the forefront of his mind.]
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[So dry. Yes, let's just pop off and do that: blow a hole in reality between sharpening our swords and getting manicures.]
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[He's stopped fiddling with the keypad for a moment, shifting slightly and turning his attention toward talking instead.]
You're content to simply return to death without protest.
[Though they're statements, they're incredulous. If they're true, he'll surprised, but that certainly is how her dismissive statement sounds.]
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