Voicetesting. Mun is easily enabled.

[lowkeyangel]

So, how many kinds of cat crazy do we think this is? Nine? Ten? Twenty?

[He pops a lollipop into his mouth, shrugs easily.]

Eh, I'm game. Maybe I can flutter my eyelashes at myself. Or tell Gandalf to ride the eagles to Mordor. Or have a staring contest with ceiling cat.

What? Don't act so scandalized. I'm a dish, kiddo.

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[monsterbait]

...You have twenty of you in the same place?

[ That sounds vaguely terrifying. ]

[rebellious]

Gabriel.

[ Do you know how much trouble it was to puzzle out your television extravaganza, bro? Castiel knows nothing of TV and its puzzling ways. ]

[lowkeyangel]

Nah. Although he'd probably be a fun drinking buddy.

"Cat crazy" is a method of measuring crazy, kiddo.

[lowkeyangel]

Come on. Just bring a few Hobbits for them to snack on and you're good to go.

[lowkeyangel]

Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

I make a hell of a soccer team.

[lowkeyangel]

[He mimics the serious manner. But not entirely.]

Castiel.

Called anybody assbutt lately? Mun says that's a thing you did.

[lowkeyangel]

You can't tell me you stoic'd your way through it, bro.

Although I guess you could be the type.

[lowkeyangel]

Mun says season four... ish.

[lowkeyangel]

Don't worry, I was spinning a good yarn while they were still learning how to use the litterbox.

[arighteousman]

Thanks for the intel--

[wait for it, he just wants to savor this part]

-- Gabriel. That's all I wanted to know.

[tryingitall]

You haven't even read the books, have you? They're eagles, not a cab service.

[Ssh, don't tell anyone Balthazar's a Tolkien geek!] ...Fair point about Hobbit snacks, though. I'm sure they're quite nutritious.

[lowkeyangel]

[Smirk.]

That's what I thought.

[tartanisstylish]

You could have told me about that several hours ago, it's too late now. [His innocent mind will never recover.]

[lowkeyangel]

[Dean. Really, Dean.]

Spoilers, kid.

Maybe we should just get ourselves some matching journals.

[monsterbait]

I don't think the world could handle more than one of you.

[ Hell, it can barely handle the one it has. ]

[tartanisstylish]

I was upset. Who wouldn't be?

[arighteousman]

Sure. You can be 'an egotistical dickwad.' Be my guest.

[lowkeyangel]

[Your secret's safe with him, little brother, but he's giving you a very amused look all the same.]

Nope. Not really my thing. Making fun of Orlando Bloom, now that's something else entirely.

[lowkeyangel]

Well, it seems to be managing me and Handsome up there just fine. But we've put some wards in place.

[lowkeyangel]

Eh, I give it a two outta three.

[lowkeyangel]

Harsh words, Dean-o. I was gonna call you sweetie and everything.

[arighteousman]

No offense, but you just aren't my type.

[Seriously. Don't get his player having thoughts. They're toxic and embarrassing and nope.]

[tryingitall]

[He hasn't read the Silmarillion, okay? Just the trilogy and the Hobbit and a few short stories. It passes the time.]

Now, that I can most certainly get behind.

[lowkeyangel]

It's the wings, isn't it? People say six is just too much.

[tartanisstylish]

That's horrible.