The Sentinels haha wryd?

she didn't really answer, but then again, Cas didn't really care. the clouds were without actual shapes, but he could hardly be bored in her presence -- her little paw brushed the fur of his chest, and his gaze widened with surprise before he regained his composure. his mind wasn't on the sky anyway -- it was filled with Aria, for he had fallen hard, and her encouraging glances and gestures only fueled this. his golden eyes deepened with affection, and in his mind he found the encouraging, boyish hoots of his shoulder devil/angel. 


touch her back! came the exultant voice of the devil
you have a girlfriend! the angel chided.
yeah, but she's gone. zip.
you still shouldn't do --

too late. Casmir found boldness in himself; he did not roll to his stomach, but met the gemstone paleness of her gaze, took a breath, and reached out to rest his paw very lightly upon her hip. the pressure was deliberate, but gentle -- at a moment's hesitation from her would he snatch it away, but he fell into her eyes again as he waited. if she did not draw away, the boy would move somewhat closer, nudging her cheek in a gesture that had both clumsiness and intent clinging to it.