[ When Castiel returns, Gorgug has moved on from his request to tackling some of the palm-sized metal fish he's been meaning to put together (like so, but without the stands). One is currently wiggling its little fins in Gorgug's hand, much to the half-orc's chagrin, who's whispering 'alright, alright already' as he attempts to fix...something inside its open mouth with a tool.
Or so he was, before there's a scarf being thrust at him, along with the appearance of an individual in his space from nowhere. Who happens to be, oh, angel man--except that detail comes after the scarf he's suddenly looking at. ]
Huh? Who? [ Oh. Scarf. He's grimacing, since while he feels bad saying no to a gift...(?) ] I-- already have too many. I got told off.
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Or so he was, before there's a scarf being thrust at him, along with the appearance of an individual in his space from nowhere. Who happens to be, oh, angel man--except that detail comes after the scarf he's suddenly looking at. ]
Huh? Who? [ Oh. Scarf. He's grimacing, since while he feels bad saying no to a gift...(?) ] I-- already have too many. I got told off.
[ For accepting them. Sorry, sorry. ]