[The PCD turns on to show an empty hallway of the Temple to Heaven, quiet and calm and free of disturbance. It’s swinging lightly, back and forth -- Rei is holding it as she walks down the halls, quiet and peaceful -- but she pauses, at a slightly open door, and her expression is curious as she pokes the door open with a slight nudge of her foot.
And then, the PCD falls to the floor, to show the inside of the room, which is covered in what appears to be bloody symbols along the walls.]
What are you doing -- ?!
[Castiel is inside the room, focused on the task at hand, fingerpainting across the walls in what is indeed blood. He's cut open a wide gash on his arm to do so, but it doesn't seem to be bothering him.]
Warding. They need to be redone every so often; these in particular are over a month old and will lose effectiveness due to simple wear.
What did you do to your arm?
[The PCD is kicked a little into the room as Rei enters the room, but she pauses before she looks at Castiel’s injury to look around the room at the freshly warded room, mouth slightly open in shock at all of the handiwork --
-- before she snaps her attention back to his arm.]
-- Cas, you can’t just draw on the walls in blood, are you insane, use ink!
[He glances around the room as she does, before looking back at her and giving her an incredulous expression]
We don’t have that much ink, and you need it for talismans. And, regardless, it is more effective if done in blood.
We can make more ink and you can’t replenish your blood that quickly anymore, idiot --
[And Rei grabs at his wrist to pull his arm towards her, to see how deep the cut actually is.]
You’re dripping blood all over the floor.
[He lets her pull him toward her without protest, other than a sigh. He’s a little irritated at her overprotectiveness, as he doesn’t need it. He might be mortal now, but he could still ward a room.]
I’m fine. And blood is imprecise; it is going to get on the floor.
I know it’s going to get on the floor.
[It’s said snappishly -- because, hello, Rei is not stupid, thank you very much. But after she examines it to ensure that Castiel didn’t cut himself all that deeply -- … no, she still doesn’t look all that satisfied.]
Is all of this in your blood? Seriously? Did they not give you paint in Heaven or what?
[He is actually being careful for the most part, and hasn’t overdone it yet, despite the multitude of sigils across the the walls. At her questions, he looks at her once more, and gives a completely deadpan response.]
Most of it is mine. The rest belonged to the cat.
[Who said he couldn’t use sarcasm?]
[There is a long moment of staring before Rei’s hand shoots out to smack Castiel soundly upside the head. The sound is delightfully loud -- pity him, Adstringendum.]
That’s not funny! Don’t use my cat for some weird angel --
[But you don’t get to hear the rest of the argument. Rei has stepped on the PCD in her fight to teach Castiel a lesson, which severs the feed.]
