but for real I like this game. it kinda didn’t give the player enough time/interaction with some characters to build a connection to them, but it definitely hits the neosteampunk/casual fantasy mark for me. and that urban legend-creepypasta vibe. and that glitch-in̚͏̜̗-̱͖̣̼̱ͮ̓ͪ̚͡t̳͓̻̪̗̊͋́̅ͯ̽ͅh̭͓̄̂̅ͦé͙̙̼̮ͦ̽̏̈́͆͠-͚̄̔m̼̼̜̟̲̺̀͛͋͋͌a̘͕͖͉͕ͧ̏̚ṱr̷͙̩ï̘ͦ̂̔̏͐̚͡x̺͓̻͆ͦ̈̂ͩ̂͟ kinda fallout–
I would like to get to know you. I would like to talk to you every day. I would like to know about your interests and hobbies. I would like to know everything about you. I would like to know you. I would like to be friends with you. I would like to be with you.
So this is what I spent my time doing last night. Not very often I make this kind of thing. But the last drawing sort of sparked this idea that wouldn’t leave my head. So I drew it. >>; If it’s not your cup of tea, I understand. But when you gotta draw…ya gotta draw.
At this point I’m really hoping @therealjacksepticeye will see this because I am so proud of it. If anything, I hope the community enjoys it as much as I had fun making it. =)
“No,” Cas says stubbornly and muffled, looking down at the ground. Dean scoffs next to him.
Dean raises an eyebrow at Cas who shoots him a little smirk.
“Dean, I’m fine. It’s fine,” Cas insists.
“Cas, babe, it’s snowing,” Dean says, gesturing around him as though Cas can’t see. Cas rolls his eyes.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Cas protests.
“You’re shivering, c’mon, you’re freezing,” Dean reasons. Cas looks over at him and Dean tries to keep a straight face. “You’re gonna freeze to death and I’m gonna have to take care of a court case because of it. I’ll be on trial charges, Cas, it’s gonna be a nightmare,” Dean jokes, failing to keep a straight face. Cas rolls his eyes but he has a little smile on his face.
“If I let you will you shut up?” Cas inquires.
“Most definitely,” Dean says with a nod. Cas looks over at him and Dean raises an eyebrow. Cas sighs and takes off his backpack. Dean smiles, pulling off his letterman.
“Now, you’re gonna freeze,” Cas points out, setting his bag down on the cold sidewalk for a moment.
“I am not going to freeze because seeing you warm will warm me,” Dean tells Cas as he sets his letterman that’s just a bit big on Cas over Cas’ shoulders. Cas sighs in contentment at the warmth, shifting it on his shoulders.
“You’re so cheesy,” Cas mumbles, going to pick up his backpack. Dean’s hand gets in the way, however.
“Nuh uh, I’m carrying that for you.”
Cas looks over at Dean who smiles.
“It’s what any decent and loving boyfriend would do,” Dean explains. Dean can’t tell if Cas is red from the cold or if he’s blushing but he suspects it’s a bit of both. Cas can’t help the fondness that creeps up inside of him as he looks away from Dean, trying to hide a smile.
“Yeah, okay,” he says, letting Dean pick up his backpack. Cas grasps the edges of Dean’s letterman, pulling it a little tighter around him as he looks back over at Dean. Dean smiles and leans over to kiss Cas’ cheek. Dean’s nose is cold and it makes Cas shiver but Cas really doesn’t mind. Dean pulls away but Cas stops him. “Hey,” he says, quirking a little grin over at Dean whose cheeks are also pink from the cold or Cas, either one. “I’m not done with you,” Cas teases, and Dean smiles a little wider as Cas leans in to give Dean a kiss, a real kiss on the lips that lasts for many seconds and makes both of them feel very very warm despite the falling snow.
Cas pulls away and rests his head on Dean’s shoulder.