forum This is stupid // OxO // Closed

Started July 25, 2019 by @Fraust

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"I wanted to have a picnic at the park," he smiled.

"Sounds good to me, love." Cas smiled softly and hugged him tighter. "I suppose I should change, hmm?"

"Uh, yes," he gave him a quick kiss and went to the bathroom to retrieve his phone before coming back.

Cas nodded and pulled off his shirt, searching through the bags to find something to wear. He had a nice figure, actually. He was slightly muscled, though he had a softer appearance and was a bit curvy.

Sorin blushed and turned around towards his drawer to fish out his favorite plaid shirt and ripped jeans. He threw them on his bed before taking off his shirt, the tribal tattoo on his chest and right arm reminding him that he needed to work out. Maybe after the picnic.

Cas pulled on a form fitting white shirt and the black leather jacket and skinny jeans from before. His tail was still visible, as were his ears until he pulled on the gray newsies style hat. There wasn't much he could do about his tail, though.

"You look cute," Sorin buttoned up the last button on his shirt as well as the button on his jeans once he put the on.

Cas grinned and took Sorin's hand in his own. "Thanks! You ready to go? I don't know how to get there from here, so I'll let you lead the way…"

"Alright," Sorin went downstairs and made a few sandwiches to put in his picnic basket, also adding a few water bottles, napkins, and paper plates.

Man is it going to be hard flying with him while holding these. Sorin grabbed a small blanket and held Cas's hand all the way outside his house.

"I can carry the basket if you're wanting to fly." Cas glanced up at Sorin as they walked.

"I don't want you to get hurt. You're cut up, remember? I want to make this as comfortable as I can for you."

"I'm not really hurt, Sorin… I can hold a basket. Now, come on. You can't carry both me and the basket." Cas reached for the picnic basket.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. The basket can't possibly weigh enough to cause any problems." Cas took it in his arms. "See? I'm perfectly fine."

Sorin nodded and carried him. "Okay," his sighed when he heard the tear from the shirt as his wings ripped from his back. He flew all the way to the park, constantly glancing at Cas to see if there were any signs of trouble.

Cas kept his eyes closed, ever nervous about how high up they were. He held the basket firmly so it wouldn't fall.

Sorin landed in the middle of the park. A few of the people ran away, some of them looked at him in disgust, and a large bulldog began to bark ferociously while its owner was tugging at its leash to get it away from him. Sorin held onto Cas tighter.

Cas's tail puffed up in fear when he saw the dog and he stayed very close to Sorin. The dog got a bit closer and he hissed.

Sorin's tattoo pulsed, his eyes turning gold briefly. A warning. But luckily, it was enough for the dog to start whimpering and running the opposite away from him. He set Cas down gently once the dog was far from him.

Cas was still trembling slightly, but managed to relax once he was sure the dog was gone. He led Sorin over to a place near the pond to set up the picnic.

Sorin set down the blanket and put the basket on it, setting down the paper plates first then the other things he packed.

Cas stretched and took his hat off, flicking an ear. "What did you bring, love?" He asked, looking into the basket.

"Umm…" he rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously. "Remember when I said I wasn't really much of a cook? Well, I only brought a few sandwiches, and some water bottles…" But I could've brought some juice.

"Sounds good to me." Cas picked up a sandwich and bit into it, looking out upon the pond.

Sorin cleared his throat. "So Cas, if you don't mind me asking, how long did you live out here on your own?"

"Uh… lemme think… I left home when I was twelve, so that's three years out here alone." He took another bite of his sandwich. "It's not so bad, though. The stray cats keep me company."

"Three years?" Sorin grabbed a sandwich from the basket. "How…how did you survive for that long?"

"I did some odd jobs to get money for food, though I did occasionally have to take the odd loaf of bread… I avoided stealing if I could, though."

"Oh…what kind of jobs?" he took a bite of the sandwich.

"Pretty much anything. Mowing lawns, washing cars… nothing special." Cas yawned, wrapping his tail around himself.