Feb 20, 2019
“i feel it fuckin’ everywhere,” casper grumbles, a shiver running down his spine as he speaks. “in my finger tips, between my toes, in my asscrack.. snow is a disgusting phenomenon and i swear to god the second i graduate i’m going somewhere warm. just packing up all my shit and moving.” he finishes his train of thought with a final drag from his cigarette, his gaze far off even beyond this current conversation. the reality is, cas hasn’t been completely present since the beginning of the fall semester. he tosses the the cigarette on the concrete and scuffs it out with his boot. it only takes a few moments for him to realize he’s disassociated. it’s easier to catch when he’s sober. “wanna go study or something?” he asks almost sheepishly.