Always business, never pleasure.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Characters: Castiel and Vietnam; other characters are welcome to pop by I suppose?
Setting: Fourth Floor, lounge room.
Format: Action or prose... idk, Amy?
Summary: After a pretty interesting conversation over the network, the two of them are going to put their heads together to sort everything out.
Warnings: TBA

The communications buzzes into a static when Castiel flies off to the lounge room, appearing beside Vietnam in a blink with no regard of her personal space. As far as he's concerned, he's there for business, and business always has to be done promptly.

"Hello Vietnam."

Comments

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Keep track of the kitchens."

There seemed to be nothing else he could offer, so he simply glanced at Vietnam, waiting for her to speak up.

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

"Got it." She looked over the writing again, "So we have countries, trolls, humans with powers...ah, we should write something down about angels."

Having some information that he gave her before, she wrote those down, before looking back at him. "Are you the only one here?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"As of now, yes. I am the only one of my kind here."

Castiel tilted his head, as if trying to hear something. "I cannot hear my brothers and sisters."