IC Inbox (Hadriel)

[casperdisaster]

"If you're gonna leave a message you gotta leave some
info too, don't just say 'call me back' because I'll think
it means someone died!"

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[casperdisaster]

Noah will allow the distraction - heavy conversations always need breathing points to them after all. He blows on the words to blow away any stray glitter and nods, reading the Latin aloud before translating.

"He bid them look at the sky and lift their faces to the stars. It's Ovid. One of my favorites, but that was only because I couldn't think of any good dick jokes. Latin's great for those. Ronan's got a bunch."

[kickingand]

"You're serious. Why couldn't I learn that kinda latin, all I know is how to exorcise a demon frontwards and backwards."

Dean only sounds mildly offended by the fact that he doesn't know latin dick jokes. Because this is an important thing to be upset by, apparently. But he quirks a slight smile and looks back to the water, managing a centering breath. "Couldn't even tell you what half the shit means, I just spout it off."

[casperdisaster]

Noah has only been sort of involved in one demon exorcism, but that one was a doozie. Latin was sort of involved but them being Latin students had been a thing for a while so that wasn't any more surprising than the cars being involved as well.

"Really? Does it work even if you don't know what you're saying?" Noah asks curiously before adding "I went to rich boy school. I was okay at Latin, but my best friend was great at it. He taught it for a bit."

[kickingand]

"Works as long as you say the whole thing and say it right."

He shrugs - the sheer number of times he's performed an exorcism is almost ridiculous, but he doesn't say that because his life is still a mess apart from the whole 'who the fuck am I' ordeal. Everything is complicated and over the years he's convinced himself it's nothing anyone can stand to hear about, let alone should even be subjected to if they're not in the thick of it. Just like every part of his life that he's stowed away, tucked into some other part of himself where it remains hidden.

"Rich boy school, huh. Uniforms and classes and all that kinda shit?" Yes, Dean. There are in fact classes in school that you're supposed to attend.

[casperdisaster]

Noah wouldn't mind, honestly. He would surely worry, but that's what friends do. Still, that badgering can wait until another day.

"Uniforms and classes and all that kinda shit," Noah confirmed. "I was killed in my uniform so I was stuck in it for seven years. Then I died in it here and was stuck in it for a few months again. The second I was alive again I ripped that sweater off and had it burned."

[kickingand]

Dean grimaces for more reasons than one, his expression morphing into something nearly apologetic. It's gotten easier, over the years, to deal with death, but it's never easy. It's never fair. But it is what it is and Dean's good enough at handling it casually that he hardly skips a beat.

"Sweater vests should be illegal. Things are scarier than any actual schooling you gotta do." Dean shrugs, casual enough about the fact that he thinks school is all kinds of bullshit. It's just out of range of things that he cares about. "Not that I ever went anywhere that had uniforms, was out of our pay grade."

[casperdisaster]

"It was out of most people's pay grades. Oil barons sons and actor's illegitimate kids, that kinda deal."

Only the bluest of blood for Aglionby, unless you managed to be as smart as Adam Parrish and worked yourself to the bone to make up for the difference on top of that.

"AND really competitive. Anything lower than like a B- and you got kicked out. You had to be obscenely rich even among the rich to get away with failing and still attending. My best friend from home now, his family has the money but he can't stand it. He's not really a uniform school type of person either. Great at Latin, though."

[kickingand]

Dean about barks a laugh at all the stats he suddenly feels like he's facing, as if he's suddenly up against the ominous walls of a school all over again, facing down his imminent failures as a student. It's ridiculous and yet funny at the same time to think that people can expect that much out of kids. Or maybe it's just amusing because he was never smart enough, never cared enough to get by. Maybe if he'd tried, but he hadn't, and there's no changing that now.

"Different strokes. Or maybe just different bank accounts, not enough credit card scams in the world would'a gotten me into a place like that. Besides, don't think I saw anything about a C my entire life."

Didn't help that they never stayed in one place long enough for it to matter, but Sammy always made it work when Dean couldn't find it in him. And that's gotta mean something unto itself.

"Never gave enough fucks about school. Got a GED after I dropped out and never looked back."