#samandriel replies

[angelicimagination]

"Evening little brother."

           "Hello, Michael."

[angelicimagination]

*kisses roughly* You’ve got the kissing disease! Spread it by kissing the next ten people on your dash.

             "Um--"

[angelicimagination]

☡

Send me a ☡ for my muse's reaction to walking in on yours undressing.

      Samandriel didn’t quite understand humanity and its aversion to nudity. There was something innately pleasing about the human form. Perhaps it was pride toward Father’s ingenuity, or just a simple admiration of the differences each body possessed.  

Nonetheless, he didn’t feel any sort of shame walking in on his brother undressing. “I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

[angelicimagination]

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▤ a bad pickup line

      Samandriel shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking away, "Heaven must be missing an angel, because there's one standing in front of me right now."

[angelicimagination]

"Great. Have anything in mind?" He asked. He couldn't help but grin widely as he looked down at Samandriel. Everyone seemed so short while he was like this. It was rather funny and cute really.

     "No, not necessarily. I haven't really," he hesitated for a beat and frowned, "hung out with anyone. I'm not sure what the proper procedure would be for such a thing." 

[angelicimagination]

Sam nodded and hummed. He didn't want to say why his soul wasn't like Sam's. "So tell me...You interested in hanging out sometime?" He asked.

"Hanging out..? Well, considering I don't have much else to do, I wouldn't mind it."

[angelicimagination]

"Different how?" He asked with a raised brow. He was aware angels could see souls, but the fact slipped his mind in the beginning. He was hoping his little fun wouldn't be spoiled.

      "It's cleaner and less broken." How that could happen, he wasn't sure. But he wasn't going to question it; it was a good thing.

[angelicimagination]

{{love you more. <3}} He chuckled and tucked his hands into his pockets. He was going to enjoy this little game. "Good. You remember me right?" he asked, faking a curious look. He so desperately wanted to just pick him up and hug him and bring him under a blanket and snuggle. "Sam Winchester. Castiel's friend." He introduced, trying to rouse some sort of memory of Sam.

       "Yes,  I know who you are. Sorry, you're just a little different than I remember." He was referring to his soul. From what the angel could tell, it was cleaner, less tainted by his past. Which, he had to admit, was a very good thing.