[ he doesn't want to look like a fool in front of this android. he has a reputation to uphold, as an angel.
(his reputation is dogshit, but connor doesn't know that yet.)
it's only after he puts down the clamshell container that he manages to corral the slug onto his left hand, but that's fine. he relocates it immediately to the safety of the styrofoam before backing out from beneath the car. when he moves the rise up, he knocks his head off the undercarriage with a curse of surprise.
he straightens up, frowning at the new dent joining the rest that decorate his rear quarter panel. castiel rubs his head. then he holds out the clamshell to connor. ]
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[ he doesn't want to look like a fool in front of this android. he has a reputation to uphold, as an angel.
(his reputation is dogshit, but connor doesn't know that yet.)
it's only after he puts down the clamshell container that he manages to corral the slug onto his left hand, but that's fine. he relocates it immediately to the safety of the styrofoam before backing out from beneath the car. when he moves the rise up, he knocks his head off the undercarriage with a curse of surprise.
he straightens up, frowning at the new dent joining the rest that decorate his rear quarter panel. castiel rubs his head. then he holds out the clamshell to connor. ]