mettaton would totally have tantrums like howl did in howl’s moving castle and nobody can tell me otherwise.
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mettaton would totally have tantrums like howl did in howl’s moving castle and nobody can tell me otherwise.
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Warm autumn days were one of Castiel's favourite. He wasn't one to talk much and had never been; when words did come out of his mouth, he was awfully blunt, and along the years, he had gone through many difficult situations because of this. His father had taught him to never lie and always do his best to help others out and guide them, and, as some could consider an eternally loyal son, he held his father's teachings close to his heart and followed them during his whole life, even after his sudden disappearance. He didn't like reminiscing that time, but there had been a hole left inside him. He never knew his mother, but he had had the best dad in the world, even if he hadn't always been home, and Cas had to grow up as one of those children who did the chores and heated their own food every time. But he would always love his father, and he'd always remember his words --
"Go out and tell the world. Show them what I've showed you. Make them believe that there's always better. Heal this broken little place with your purity and innocence. You're daddy's angel, you know that?"
An angel. A soldier of Heaven; Castiel, the one he had been named after -- the angel who walked the Earth. Perhaps he had become too obsessed with this notion, and many called him a fanatic, said it was unhealthy -- but it was the will of his father, and he would fulfill his duties to him no matter what. As a thank you.
For years he had pondered what his father meant, how he could speak out to the whole world. Politician? No, it really wasn't his thing -- politics had never been pure, much less innocent -- Singer? His voice was hoarse and sounded like he had a constant cold, so, no -- Actor? To stand up on a stage and bring creations of black ink and paper to life? To have a million people look at him, listen to him, watch his every move? Maybe admire him, follow him and his words? That sounded about right. As soon as the last puzzle piece had fallen into place, Castiel packed his bags and moved all over the country from the small town he was born&raised in: he would become the best actor there ever was. He had taken courses, entered contests, researched and practiced more times than he could count -- and now, after years of studying and talking to himself in front of the mirror, he had finally gotten a serious job -- his first role in a relatively-big production -- a romantic comedy, but a movie nonetheless. A real movie, that would hit the screens, that would give him the opportunity to make himself known.
Looking up at the imposing building before him, his azure orbs scanned the walls down all the way to the entrance, before he concluded that this must've been the place that the map enclosed in his email directed him to. He folded the printed piece of paper and stuffed it into the pocket of his tan trenchcoat after giving it one last glance, and stepped inside.
The place looked like a bee hive -- a buzzing crowd of people running all over the place, with scripts, chairs, big lights and other such equipment. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a man who looked close to his age, with fairly long chocolate-brown locks of hair, and, deciding it was now or never, approached him with slow steps.
"Hello" he greeted, his face inching in towards the other's, no doubt invading his personal space ( which Castiel had no concept of, whatsoever ); he seemed distracted enough not to notice the dark-haired man. His husky voice was loud enough to make himself heard, but nobody seemed to pay much attention to him, minding their own business and getting preparations done -- a few people did turn their heads after him, however, because of his strange clothing -- he looked a bit too formal and therefore stood out, not to mention the unusual choice of pairing a black suit and blue tie ( which was tied messily and on the wrong side ) with a worn raincoat.
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