((Terribly sorry; I haven't been feeling the best.))Nineteen : : Empath : : Christopher Storms : : In Jamestown Coffee Shop
Chris let out a sigh and sagged his shoulders. What would adding another person to the group do? He didn't know, nor did he ask. It wasn't his place. Besides, he was being offered a home, he couldn't really deny the presence of someone else if it wasn't even his. Anywho, this kid was perfectly fine; he didn't even know why he minded him coming along at all. "Alright, well, where to?" He asked Quinn in the most upbeat tone he could process at the moment; which wasn't very much so.
Seventeen : : Pifler : : Castiel Novak : : In Rebel Camp
Castiel's skin grew goose bumps when Trisa touched him; he knew she was blind, but it still felt weird. People normally didn't touch him; in fact, the only person he really interacted with was RJ and that was a whole other problem in itself. He didn't know what was going on with her; with them. It was an odd relationship they had crafted.
He shook his head, as if to clear the thoughts and looked at the girl in front of him, processing what she had just said. "Uhm, yes, please that would be nice." He realized how much older she was than him. Well, not that much older, but he could see it in her face. Not that she was taller than him, not at all; he towered over her by quite a few inches. It just felt like, oddly enough, if he ever knew his mother this is what she'd be like.