"Cas?" Rex has no idea how to actually find him so he hopes wandering around the general area of where he usually talked to Cas and occasionally poking a computer would be enough.
"Cas, where the fuck are you?"
He pauses in the middle of the room, giving each computer a long look.
"Listen. I don't want any trouble I just wanna..."
He pauses, frowning. A fitting word doesn't come to him so after several moments of hesitation, he reluctantly finishes his sentence.
the reply, when it comes, comes from a computer rex had already prodded at- and, like several others, had only revealed to him the usual placeholder diagnostic display.
unlike the others, the screen of this particular monitor- a squat little thing, sat on a desk of no particular number or note- clears almost instantly, cas's classic white-text-on-black setup almost hastily taking its place.
and then, it sits there. and it just idles.
the cursor flashes to itself a good few times as the shapeshifter behind it grapples with the implications of this particular request. no- not even a request. it wasn't even a 'hi cas, what a nice day this is, isn't it, anyway, how are you, my darling beloved?'. it was just a statement. and knowing rex, it was one of those statements he could easily postlude with something along the lines of 'but i'm not going to check on you, because that would be stupid'.
not that he seemed pretty inclined to do that right now.
so, for a moment, cas entertains the idea of taking the statement as a request, and properly answering it. but 'how am i actually doing' was always such a tricky thing to parse.
and besides, there's a slightly more worrying matter at hand. at least to him.
writes out the cursor, slowly, hesitantly.
> why do you want to check?
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