#this sort of thing is legitimately better than the standard ‘finishing each other’s sentences’ #or just saying it at the same time #the whole just not speaking words like humans #just sort of random sentence fragments bc the drift compatibility is doing all the heavy lifting #[WORDS WITHOUT CONTEXT] #[OTHER RANDOM WORDS] #[danny and rusty turn and act as one] #everyone else: what just happened. #I live for this sort of dialogue character building malarkey
you know, mostly I love the way Castiel is presented in fandom. but sometimes I miss seeing the side of Cas that isn’t just cheery and bumbling and sweet-mannered. I love the old bad-tempered, overdramatic whiny pissbaby Cas. this is the creature who bitched and complained constantly, and whose first instinct upon hearing the Apocalypse had arrived was to suggest they all get piss-drunk and lie down on the ground and wait to die.
where’s the high school AU where Cas is a melodramatic bitter asshole like ‘I failed this test. what’s the point. I’m going to drown myself in the water fountain’ where’s the coffee shop AU where someone gets Cas’ order wrong and instead of being a cutie about it he just stares bleakly into his styrofoam cup like ‘i guess it’ll do. i guess it won’t matter when we all eventually turn to the abyss. then again, by that logic, nothing really matters’ or the cute teacher AU where he teaches philosophy and gives all the kids existential crises being like ‘well, technically, nothing is real. and our concept of human life is arbitrary and entirely meaningless……. your paper is due Thursday’
The Couch and Puck make a reappearance. 🙂
“You know, most Mission Control techs don’t have to deal with their pilots bickering with each other while in the drift. I mean, I know it’s an amazing phenomena and yes Joly and I are fascinated at how you two can manage to act in perfect synchronicity and carry on an argument at the same time, it’s a goldmine for our research. I’m just saying. Most Mission Control techs don’t have to deal with this shit.” Combeferre takes a sip of his coffee and sits back, waiting.
Courfeyrac’s answer is a little delayed, as it always is when he’s drifting, but the glint of laughter is still there: “You know you love it.”
He makes sure the com is on mute before muttering, “I do.”