[ a sharkman. a sharkmaid? castiel's spent the last 5-10 minutes holding onto the box he was meant to be transporting, instead standing some handful of yards from this sharkperson. regardless of if nanaue finds him and stares back, his head tilts at a 45 one way, then the other after several minutes, and back again. like a very slow, arrythmic cuckoo clock. he's seen a lot of weird shit in his existence, a healthy sundry, a diverse plethora. sharkindividual has not yet been included.
clearly, he must befriend this wereshark. ]
Hello. [ cas paces up, and offers wereshark his box. ] Would you like to help?
[ it's full of gauze and bandages and clothy sling things. nothing breakable or volatile. ]
nocwich!!
clearly, he must befriend this wereshark. ]
Hello. [ cas paces up, and offers wereshark his box. ] Would you like to help?
[ it's full of gauze and bandages and clothy sling things. nothing breakable or volatile. ]