@Fraust
Cas stopped when instructed, but now he was just shaking in place while Nix meowed at him worriedly. "Fuck exercise… just punch people. I can't do fuckin crunches, man. Have you seen me?"
Cas stopped when instructed, but now he was just shaking in place while Nix meowed at him worriedly. "Fuck exercise… just punch people. I can't do fuckin crunches, man. Have you seen me?"
"You can't just go around punching people," Grey shook his head, "Well if you don't want to exercise what do you want to do? Go for a walk or something? Somewhere you won't get in trouble?"
"I want to scream." Cas forced himself to sit down so he wouldn't start pacing again. "I want to destroy something or like… punch a fucking whole in the wall. My bones are fucking shaking, man."
Greyson thought for a moment, and knew he was going to regret his decision later, “Well… there’s a street fight competition thing going on. That might give you a chance to fight someone.”
"Really? Where? Can I win? Will they give me money?" Cas asked, looking up at Grayson curiously. "Am I even allowed to join in the first place? They'll probably assume I'm younger than I am."
"There's a couple hundred dollar prize or something, I dunno I didn't look into it too much," Grey shrugged a shoulder, "It's down town, I know a guy who kinda runs the who gig so he'll let us in and let you fight. Just don't lose and embarrass me."
Cas nodded. "What are the rules? Like, fists only, or can I fucking tackle a guy? I don't wanna get kicked out for some stupid shit. Is this even legal? Actually, nevermind, I don't really care…"
"Pretty sure you're allowed to tackle, punch, kick, stuff like that. If we go I'm sure they'll give us a list of rules before you're allowed to actually compete so we'll know for sure." He replied, "Oh and yeah technically this fight shouldn't exist since there's illegal betting and shit so you can't go around saying you competed."
"Alright, cool cool… where is it? Can we go now?" Cas asked, standing up again and gently setting Nix on the couch. He couldn't bring his cat with him to a fight club.
"Yes, we can go now, do you wanna change or anything before though?" Grey asked, grabbing his keys, "Something more fit for a fight?"
"What's wrong with hoodies and jeans?" Cas asked. "I fight in this shit all the time. Besides, I doubt I actually have anythiing else."
"Suppose you have a point," He ruffled Cas' hair, "Come on then, the quicker we get down there the better."
Cas stuck his tongue out playfully and walked out the door. He got into the car when he reached it and waited impatiently for Greyson.
Grey took his time, knowing it would make Cas mad but it was funny to him. He climbed in leisurely, shutting the door, buckling in and starting the car.
"Come on. I know you can walk faster than that. Pick up the pace! Move, move, move!" Cas huffed, fidgeting impatiently. "C'mon, Grey!"
Grey chuckled, shaking his head as he started the car and started driving, going a little other the speed limit but he didn't care, "Chill will you? You'll get to fight soon enough."
Cas huffed and curled up into a ball on his seat. "I'm impatient, Grey. You know that. You know me better than anyone for God's sake." He sighed, anxiously drumming his fingers on the seat while he waited.
Greyson snorted, "Oh trust me, I know. But it's fun watching you suffer at least a little. I'm the one that has to deal with you pretty much every second of the day lemme have this one."
Cas huffed indignantly again and focused his glare outside the window. "Whatever, whatever… let's just get going so I can start fucking punching people and not immediately getting arrested for it."
“I’m going as fast as I can without getting pulled over for speeding. And I’d rather not have to take another trip to the station tonight.” Grey turned his attention back on the road in front.
Cas sighed and groaned. "Fuck laaaaws…" He whined. "Stupid fucking… fucking… laws. Fuck em. Let's just move to an island where there aren't any fucking laaaws."
“And how, exactly, do you plan on buying said island? I’ve heard they’re pretty expensive.” Grey chuckled.
"I'm not gonna buy an island. I'm gonna go find my own and they can't fucking stop me." He huffed. "Gotta buy a boat, though."
“Again, how do you plan to buy a boat? And technically depending on the island it might be owned by a country already so it would have laws so you would have to buy the island.” He replied.
"Fucking… gonna find my own." Cas insisted. "A new fucking island where I get to be the overlord and no one can live there unless I say so!"
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