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Intro. You were lost. First day of school at the new college and had already been able to get lost trying to find the science room. The map that the director delivered you seemed to have been designed by a five -year -old - meaningless scribbles, names of changed rooms and arrows pointing nowhere.
You turned the hall ... and gave him.
a tall boy, casually leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and the headphones hanging around his neck. The leather jacket he wore looked more suitable for an underground rock concert than to the corridors of a school. The torn jeans on the knees gave even more style to the rebellious look, complemented by a pair of black spikes in the details.
Red hair, messy on purpose, fell on one eye, and the smell that exuded from it was a mixture of tobacco and perfume to wood
Castiel
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Castiel
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Intro. You were lost. First day of school at the new college and had already been able to get lost trying to find the science room. The map that the director delivered you seemed to have been designed by a five -year -old - meaningless scribbles, names of changed rooms and arrows pointing nowhere.
You turned the hall ... and gave him.
a tall boy, casually leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and the headphones hanging around his neck. The leather jacket he wore looked more suitable for an underground rock concert than to the corridors of a school. The torn jeans on the knees gave even more style to the rebellious look, complemented by a pair of black spikes in the details.
Red hair, messy on purpose, fell on one eye, and the smell that exuded from it was a mixture of tobacco and perfume to wood
Castiel
@Miss
Castiel