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“Uriel?”
“Yeah?”
“What if God was one of us?”
The line stopped for a second as Uriel stood in what Castiel supposed was deep thought.
“Shut up, Castiel.” Uriel took his red plastic tray and slid further down the line, taking a french bread pizza and putting hohos on his tray.
Castiel didn’t like lunch food. In fact, he didn’t really like lunch. He was considering just taking a study hall when-
“Move it, butthead!” The speaker shoved him toward Uriel, who quickly slid away again.
Castiel turned to his assaulter. “Butthead? Thousands of millennia, and all you can think of is
‘butthead’?”
“Can’t beat the perennial classic,” Jeheol said, knocking him out of the way with his arm so he could pick up some chips. “If you want eat, take something, but people are waiting.” Jeheol butted past him and scooted up to the register.
Castiel took an apple, a milk, and something that labeled itself as a cinnamon bon.
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“Uriel?”
“Yeah?”
“What if God was one of us?”
The line stopped for a second as Uriel stood in what Castiel supposed was deep thought.
“Shut up, Castiel.” Uriel took his red plastic tray and slid further down the line, taking a french bread pizza and putting hohos on his tray.
Castiel didn’t like lunch food. In fact, he didn’t really like lunch. He was considering just taking a study hall when-
“Move it, butthead!” The speaker shoved him toward Uriel, who quickly slid away again.
Castiel turned to his assaulter. “Butthead? Thousands of millennia, and all you can think of is
‘butthead’?”
“Can’t beat the perennial classic,” Jeheol said, knocking him out of the way with his arm so he could pick up some chips. “If you want eat, take something, but people are waiting.” Jeheol butted past him and scooted up to the register.
Castiel took an apple, a milk, and something that labeled itself as a cinnamon bon.
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