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*he's coming back in from the fire fields, wrung out after his chance encounter with Wrath -- exhausted in a way he rarely ever is. He almost trips over Cas before he sees him, and he steps back, blinking*

Darkness, Cas -- what happened to you?

*he grins, eyes blazing bright, ice blue*

Got into a fight.

Well, bully for you then. *he takes a deep breath and lights a cigarette* I'm happy for you, a thousand weeping virgins worth of joy.

Oh, yes, it was a good fight. *runs his tongue over the split in his lip*

I'm sure I should see the other guy or whatever. *contemplates going back into his rooms -- but he really doesn't want to run into Balthazar right now, so he turns raising an eyebrow at the fallen angel with a little of his characteristic smirk, tapping his own lips* You got a little something, my man, right here.

Guys, you should see the other twenty guys. *chuckles darkly* What's left of them anyway. I thought about getting cleaned up, didn't want to track blood into the palace.

*he shakes his head* You're a fucking nutter, you know that? And I think I'll pass and take your word for it. *he sighs, his own state not much better -- but at least he'd done most of his mayhem without his clothes on, and what he's wearing now isn't too bad* There's always the bath houses. Get a soak on before you head in.

*actually, maybe that's what he'd do. Avoid the Family a bit longer that way*

I know. Being insane isn't that bad. *takes a deep breath and lets out a contented sigh* There are bath houses that aren't inside?

*he can't help but laugh at that* True sometimes, newbie. *he nods, grinning* Yeah -- in the City, there's a few. One not to far from here. Used to be a pleasure house but they changed over a few centuries back. If you can get around the frescoes, it's actually probably the best one nearby.

Stop calling me that. I'd rather not go into the city. They throw things at me. It makes me angry.

Fine, just -- whatever. Hazing thing, hard to let go of sometimes. *he rubs his hand over his face* I can see why that would piss you off. If not that, well, there's the ones in the Palace by the Gardens. Much more private.

Not that hard, you've let go of it already. *stands up, wobbling slightly on a bad ankle and twisted knee* Better be hot water. I need to get the blood out of these clothes.

Well, you know. *he shrugs* Whatever. *watches Cas for a minute while he answers* Hot water, probably even a washing machine -- we are pretty up to date down here.

*he gives Cas a look* You good?

I don't know how to use a washing machine. Hot water and soap and my own hands will work fine.

I'm great. *grins* Don't feel pain remember? Some things aren't working right, but they don't hurt. Why Az? Ya worried about me?

You have fun with that then.

*rolls his eyes* Never mind then, Cas. It's just that the sight of you limping around ike that's a pretty sad one. Like somebody kicked a puppy or something.

Are you ok?! *happened to be coming for a visit*

I'll be fine.

But you look like someone that Dean has been working on for 5 days straight!

Dean didn't do this to me. I'll be fine.

Are you sure? *lip wibble*

Yes. I'll heal. It looks bad now, but it'll all go away.