★ [Voice] Desperately seeking angel

[mightbeconcussed]

Okay guys. I'm going to need some help.

Desperately seeking my angel. He's like 5'8, droopy puppy eyes, shadowy wings and no sense of humor. He dresses like a playground pedophile which obvi he's not because HELLO angel. He's not answering his voicemail and I'm worried he's dead in a ditch to paraphrase my mother.

Also? I feel like I'm guy bashing here. A lot. Sorry boys. I really do love you all. Okay well most of you.

What is it with boys? I'm not talking about being clingy and having sex and WHY DIDN"T YOU CALL THE NEXT MORNING!!!! Because let's be honest here, I'd rather they not call in that case. That's the reason I give the fake number BUT ANYWAY--You wanted to be TMI'd tonight didn't you?--friends, they're supposed to let each other know they're okay. They're supposed to check in. They're supposed to not let friends worry they're dead in a ditch! Girls don't tend to do this as much. I know how Penny's doing. I know how Menolly is doing. I do not know how Cassie is doing.

Speaking of which I'm not sure I know how Keats is doing. Keats, call me. Let me know you haven't died of alcohol poisoning.

And we're not even going to get into the Harry issue.

Okay, that'd be all. If you see the angel in question let me know or alternately tie him up and leave him on my doorstep. That'll work.

Comments

1/3

[rehymenator]

My name isn't Cassie.

[rehymenator]

And I'm not your angel. I'm not anyone's angel anymore.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Yes because that matters to me. Derpface

voice;

[rehymenator]

I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

Re: voice;

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I call Bullshit bb.

What's up Cassie?

[rehymenator]

I'm not a child. Nothing is up, I'd rather not discuss it.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Ok one [She's holding a finger up] No one said you were a child.

[Two fingers now] Two. Nothing's up but you don't want to talk about it? We've gotta teach you to lie better than that.

[rehymenator]

You're treating me like one. And I lie just fine.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

No I'm treating you like someone who's WORRIED Cas. This is what friends do.

[rehymenator]

I don't have friends. Nobody worries about me.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Are all angels dumbasses or just you? This is me. Worried about you. Ergo your friend.

[rehymenator]

Well, I'm not an angel anymore so that's difficult for me to answer.

1/2 or so

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Shut the front door.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Seriously. It's not April Fools, Cas you can't just---

Make that 1/4

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You're serious aren't you?

DONE

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay. Can I help? Do you need food or company or coffee or a lot of alcohol?

PhoneCall

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Oi, Lucy. Sorry I ain't called ya. I ... had some research ah needed ta finish for work. What's this angel business?

Re: PhoneCall

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Keats! It's okay. Stuff happens. I just get worried when I don't hear from people. Good research?

Castiel. He's an angel and he's my friend and I haven't heard from him since he got hurt. I've been calling but got his voicemail. Anyway I'm trying to find out if he's okay.

Re: PhoneCall

[disregard-death.livejournal.com]

Well, point me to him, lassie. I'll see if I can find him.

Re: PhoneCall

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

His name's Castiel but be careful. He's an angel. Uhm--he's talked to me but he's not okay no matter what he's saying to me. I worry. I know I probably shouldn't but you know--the way people disappear here it's hard not to.

Thanks Keats.