“Sorry that they didn’t have TV’s in the facility,” he mumbled, eyes averting to the ground.
“What ‘Facility’? Oh, it’s like that X- Factor shit. Wait, isn’t that X-Treme?”
"The...facility I was created in?"
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“Sorry that they didn’t have TV’s in the facility,” he mumbled, eyes averting to the ground.
“What ‘Facility’? Oh, it’s like that X- Factor shit. Wait, isn’t that X-Treme?”
"The...facility I was created in?"
@Castiel
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled. Now it was just awkwardly silent, and Woody was afraid to open his mouth. So, he hoped that the other would come up with some sort of new topic that definitely wasn’t this one.
{ ☁ } —; ”Hmm.” He hummed out quietly, the silence quite awkward for him. He took a moment to think before he cleared his throat to get the other’s attention. ”So uh..we should do something.” He exclaimed, changing the subject between the two of them.
Woody couldn't help but to chuckle as the silence fell over them. Nothing was funny, but, he's an idiot, so does he need an excuse? The mutant's chocolate hues glanced up at Castiel once he started speaking, a smile twitching onto his features, "Yeah! We should! But what, is the question."
@Castiel
Woody let out a silent sigh and returned his gaze to the others eyes, biting down on his lower lip, “It’s really not a big deal. I am not lying, I promise. Just, don’t worry about it okay? I am just glad you’re out.”
{ ☁ } —; Castiel stared at the other for a moment before he nodded and ran a hand through his hair. ”..If you say so, man.” He murmured, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips once again. ”—And thanks.”
"You're welcome," he mumbled. Now it was just awkwardly silent, and Woody was afraid to open his mouth. So, he hoped that the other would come up with some sort of new topic that definitely wasn't this one.
“I don’t know who that is…Or why drinking piss is related with him but, no…I don’t…There’s rivers and things.”
“Haven’t you ever turned on a television?! The fuck? I don’t get you, Mutant…I really don’t.”
"Sorry that they didn't have TV's in the facility," he mumbled, eyes averting to the ground.
Woody glanced back at the forest behind them, pointing at it with his thumb, “I came from that there forest. I don’t really live anywhere. I think that forest is what I currently call home.”
“Woah, you’re like one of those survivor guys, aren’t you? Like, Bear Grills. You’re like Mutant Grills. Wait—You don’t drink your own piss do you?”
"I don't know who that is...Or why drinking piss is related with him but, no...I don't...There's rivers and things."
“Thank you very much, Douchebag McAssface. I don’t even try, that’s the fun part.”
“I’m startin’ to like you more and more by the minute. What brings you round here? Are you looking for a ride too? Guys like us need to stick together.”
Woody glanced back at the forest behind them, pointing at it with his thumb, "I came from that there forest. I don't really live anywhere. I think that forest is what I currently call home."
I'm trying to learn to cook.
“You sure are one of them.”
“You’re not very nice, are you?”
"Sorry for being raised in an environment where there was no such thing as nice. I can be very nice if I'd like to!"
I'm trying to learn to cook.
“You scare me. Are all humans this weird?”
“Some are, I guess. I dunno.”
"You sure are one of them."
I'm trying to learn to cook.
“Stop that.”
"You scare me. Are all humans this weird?"
I'm trying to learn to cook.
“Whatever you’re doing, you should stop it.”
“Make me, Mr Grumpy Puss.”
"Stop that."
@Castiel
Woody kept his eyes fixated anywhere that wasn’t the other man standing in front of him, right now they were attached to a tree. Giving a slight shrug of his shoulders, the mutant shook his head, “No— It’s nothing. I’ve only heard stories, that’s all.”
{ ☁ } —; ”Woody, you’re lying.” He pointed out, a slight frown curling his lips down slightly. ”If you were telling the truth, you wouldn’t be avoiding eye contact.” He stated. “—You did ave to go through that, didn’t you?” he repeated his question.
Woody let out a silent sigh and returned his gaze to the others eyes, biting down on his lower lip, "It's really not a big deal. I am not lying, I promise. Just, don't worry about it okay? I am just glad you're out."
I'm trying to learn to cook.
“Yikes, that’s definitely not cooking in any form I know.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing, but the book said to lubricate the pan.”
"Whatever you're doing, you should stop it."
I'm trying to learn to cook.
"Yikes, that's definitely not cooking in any form I know."
“Yes, like trees. Wow, you are such a smartie! Would you like a cookie? Huh? Huh? Call me whatever the fuck you’d like, but that means I get to call you Douchebag McAssface.”
“I never thought I’d see the day where I met a bigger asshole than me. Kudos to you, Mutant.”
"Thank you very much, Douchebag McAssface. I don't even try, that's the fun part."
“It’s horrible to meet you, Mason! My name is Woody.”
“Hm, Woody? Wood. Like trees? Or like—Never mind. I’m going to call you Mutant. You seem to prefer that anyway.”
"Yes, like trees. Wow, you are such a smartie! Would you like a cookie? Huh? Huh? Call me whatever the fuck you'd like, but that means I get to call you Douchebag McAssface."
@Castiel
“I mean, of course we could help them… But do you know how dangerous that is? It’s kind of like every man for himself here. One slip up and you, and the person you were trying to help are in big trouble. It sucks but, it’s how it is.” Woody took a deep breath, eyes averting to the sky, “I’ve heard stories.”
{ ☁ } —; The atmospheric manipulator gave a curt nod to the mutant, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Big trouble..” He murmured lightly before he straightened up, his beryl orbs transfixed on the other. ”—Are you sure?” he questioned. ”Or is that your excuse to say that they had done it to you?”
Woody kept his eyes fixated anywhere that wasn't the other man standing in front of him, right now they were attached to a tree. Giving a slight shrug of his shoulders, the mutant shook his head, "No-- It's nothing. I've only heard stories, that's all."
“Thank you so much, Douchebag McAssface. I appreciate it.”
“Haha! No problem. I’m Mason. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”
"It's horrible to meet you, Mason! My name is Woody."