“I-- uh,” The chef was at a loss for words, he was busy chopping vegetables for the upcoming dinner rush, when he was suddenly met with an uninvited guest who had snuck into the kitchen somehow. Linguini had dropped his knife in shock, a metallic echo filled the kitchen as it hit the tile floor and, after a breath, a shriek left his lips. The stranger didn’t seem phased by his reaction. Instead, he was puzzled.
“You surprised me.” Linguini tried to lower his voice, but it was a few octaves higher than he would’ve liked. Bending over to pick up the dirty knife, he frowned as he inspected it for dents. “A-and guests shouldn’t be in the kitchen, I’m sure the host can find you a table.”
❛ my apologies ❜ though he doesn’t sound at all sincere, lips tightening in a thin line as he continues to stare at the chief - unblinking, unmoving, a statue - castiel fails to see how unnerving it can be for some people and doesn’t grasp the fact that just because he has a human vessel, it doesn’t entirely hide the nature of his own being - ❛ i’m not a guest, i have no desire to be here in the first place ❜ he doesn’t elaborate further, instead finding his mind shift to the knife that the one picked up ❛ picking up a knife is bad luck, you know, at least according to you humans - i still don’t get it, but perhaps not risk that in future ❜ he’s walking away now, mostly looking around the kitchen - ignoring looks of the others colleagues, the sights and smells are new to him, he’s never before been in such a busy kitchen before, it seemed... hectic, for a place that just cooked food.
@kindchef got dragged into a case // file info .