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castiel . whitman
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He felt bad about ignoring Brody, he really did, but he had a fear he was gonna be late. So he simply said a curt, sorry, and ran out to his car and drove to the Arnault home. Well, he didn't feel that bad. But he still felt bad, he'd hear it from Naya regardless.



Within the sea of white, a male with a blue sweater seemingly stood out. His whiskey-colored eyes scanning the room for someone he could talk too, he would shrug. He didn't hate social events, but he did hate the snooty people giving him disapproving look. So, he decided to be bold and not wear white. Sue him. It wasn't his schtick. He would look around the room, seeing some familiar faces. Some faces he'd rather not see. And some people who barely knew he existed. He would run a hand through his hair, thankfully feeling his phone's vibration receiving a text from Naya, in their group chat with Liv. With a quick motion, he would send a message.

TO: Liv, Naya
nah im wanting some quesadillas lmao, anyway, where ru? i'd like to not feel awkward af with all these people. babe wru @ also?

He would place his phone back into his pocket, and get a drink and begin to walk around the room, waiting for a pleasant interaction of some sorts.