[ nicknames come naturally to peter β they're an easy show of friendship and familiarity, most frequently meant with affection or something close to it, sometimes meant mockingly, but the
I've recently learned, castiel says, and peter seems to pause slightly: it's occurred to him, in fits and starts, to wonder how familiar (or not) castiel is with humanity, to wonder about why. he knows thor, he's not unfamiliar with the concept of divinity, with the concept of god or god-like beings being culture-shocked, for lack of a better word. (he wonders, momentarily, what castiel would make of thor, and loki, and asgard at large.)
but then he clarifies, and peter lets out a laughβ ] So you're bribing me. All I'm saying is that whoever taught you that probably had their best interests in heart, [ he answers, holding the door open a little wider and waving at the room in lieu of invitation. a breath of a pause, a quirk of his lips, then: ] βThey weren't wrong, though.
[ Castiel briefly flicks his eyes past Peter, further into the room, while shifting the bag of food from his own grasp into Peter's.]
I doubt Aziraphale dispenses soup for his personal gain.
[ And with a rustle of wings, Castiel is no longer outside the room in front of Peter, but rather behind him and inside.
People assume he invades personal space, stares too much and speaks blunt, uncomfortable things because he's clueless, but truthfully, Castiel does to a degree relish in reminding humans of being Other. It's not a proof of superiority, but a subtle reminder that he's not quite human, not quite beholden to the same standards.
Plus, it can be marvelously entertain and enlightening to push buttons and see the reactions, if there are any. ]
I hope the style of bribe is appropriate, then. A good friend of mine can be swayed with pie no matter how disagreeable he chooses to be.
[ peter's annoyance and frustration towards aziraphale has lessened as time has gone on, the more that the incident with the ferry has faded into memory. still, that doesn't mean peter doesn't scoff at the thought of aziraphale dispensing soup; the brief distraction also means that peter's wholly, utterly startled by castiel appearing quite suddenly behind him.
he yells.
it's an exclamation, more than anything β a noise that amounts almost entirely to "GUH". suddenly, he thinks he knows how it feels when people look up and see him unexpectedly on their ceiling or against a wall, andβ
yeah, okay, he gets it. not for the first time, he gets it.
he holds the food up, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a quick, brief smile. ] I take it back. This was a pre-emptive apology for the heart attack you just gave me, right?
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I've recently learned, castiel says, and peter seems to pause slightly: it's occurred to him, in fits and starts, to wonder how familiar (or not) castiel is with humanity, to wonder about why. he knows thor, he's not unfamiliar with the concept of divinity, with the concept of god or god-like beings being culture-shocked, for lack of a better word. (he wonders, momentarily, what castiel would make of thor, and loki, and asgard at large.)
but then he clarifies, and peter lets out a laughβ ] So you're bribing me. All I'm saying is that whoever taught you that probably had their best interests in heart, [ he answers, holding the door open a little wider and waving at the room in lieu of invitation. a breath of a pause, a quirk of his lips, then: ] βThey weren't wrong, though.
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I doubt Aziraphale dispenses soup for his personal gain.
[ And with a rustle of wings, Castiel is no longer outside the room in front of Peter, but rather behind him and inside.
People assume he invades personal space, stares too much and speaks blunt, uncomfortable things because he's clueless, but truthfully, Castiel does to a degree relish in reminding humans of being Other. It's not a proof of superiority, but a subtle reminder that he's not quite human, not quite beholden to the same standards.
Plus, it can be marvelously entertain and enlightening to push buttons and see the reactions, if there are any. ]
I hope the style of bribe is appropriate, then. A good friend of mine can be swayed with pie no matter how disagreeable he chooses to be.
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he yells.
it's an exclamation, more than anything β a noise that amounts almost entirely to "GUH". suddenly, he thinks he knows how it feels when people look up and see him unexpectedly on their ceiling or against a wall, andβ
yeah, okay, he gets it. not for the first time, he gets it.
he holds the food up, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a quick, brief smile. ] I take it back. This was a pre-emptive apology for the heart attack you just gave me, right?