Shout out to girls who don’t mind being called dude and man casually
shout out to boys who don’t mind being called guuurrl
shout out to humans who don’t mind being called dawg
shout out to dogs who will let you call them anything so long as you say it in a happy, friendly tone.
Shout out to Guinea Pigs which are neither pigs nor from Guinea.
This is for yourfriendlyneighborhoodbitch who requested a happy ficlet to cheer her up. I’m not actually sure that this is as happy as I meant it to be, but I hope this helps.
People always comment on Cas’ display of little origami figures that he showcases on the mantel over his fireplace. Everyone who visits always asks him how he learned to make such beautiful creations, and Cas always stammers out that they were actually a gift. That inevitably leads to elbowing about sweet girls that are good with their hands. Cas is shocked that his 93 year old neighbor actually phrases it just like that as she winks at him.
The truth is that Cas doesn’t know who leaves him the little paper figures. He can’t even tell you what the first one was. That’s because he stepped on it in his haste to leave for work one morning, shortly after moving into the neighborhood. It had frightened him at first, but when nothing else happened Cas came to accept the small tokens.
They aren’t there everyday, but they appear frequently enough that Cas anticipates them, and even finds himself guessing what animal or object the next one will be.