The Sentinels haha wryd?

he colored beneath his dark fur; he was acting pretty nosy. but before he could apologize, Aria answered his question, giving him a sort of rundown as to what she was doing. and so he followed beside her, sneaking glances from time to time when he thought the girl wasn't looking. Cas was coming to appreciate long, slender legs, and those Aria had in a graceful quartet. the affable sway of her tail accompanied the sashay of her hips, also, which he couldn't decide was deliberate or not.

it didn't matter. she was pleasing to look at, and she wanted his company. either one of those things were enough to ensnare the boy, but in tandem, they created a sort of potion that glazed over his eyes and left a wide target for Cupid's little arrow. zing! it went, and just like that, Cas was done for.

"uhum," came his witty repartee in the face of her smile, her dancing eyes. "it's really good now," he ventured, his own lips curving into a grin as his dark plume swung behind his hips. "what about you? how's your day?"