[Open RP] The first episode is always the most boring...

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

So Kaga had been eating dinner and wondering when Hogwarts had TVs in the Great Hall, or whether they would even work.

Then the first episode of Hat Shore began.

Kaga had wrinkled his nose at the idea. He doesn't watch much TV (there were better things to do) but he was aware of the concept of reality tv and found it distasteful. Sure, by technicality Iron Chef and its international spinoffs were reality shows too, but at least he and his nephew made them classy, damnit!

He nearly spat out his food when he saw Yukimura, then Kuronue on screen. As Ariane appeared and explained things to them, he realized that this was another experiment of the Sorting Hat's (yes, he's heard of the village of tents and mass weddings).

He continued to watch in horrified, fascinated pity as the episode played out.

[[Kaga needs someone to be horrified with. :P]]

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[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

“Dean never calls attention to his birthday. Mine's May second and Dad’s is __. Bobby.. won’t tell. We’ve been trying to get that out of him for years. You know how grouchy he gets when someone fusses over him. Dean and I even swiped his wallet one year and every id he had listed a different day.” He smiled fondly. “And he was he pissed as hell when he found out.”

“We can probably just get together with some beer and a couple of burgers rather than a cake. After this whole mess,” he waved a hand at one of the televisions, “Dean’ll probably want a little quiet time with the family, even if he refuses to admit it.”

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

Castiel nodded, committing those dates to memory as well. "We could choose a day at random to celebrate Bobby's." Why humans attached such importance to the anniversaries of their births he wasn't quite sure, but he was happy to observe them if his friends enjoyed the ritual. That he himself didn't have a birthday was self-evident, and didn't bother him particularly, so he saw no reason to bring it up.

He smiled quietly at Sam's suggested. "I'd like that, too." He might never admit it, but sometimes he missed running the roads in that slow, confining automobile with his friends, stopping at whatever questionable hole-in-the-wall eatery they came across and listening bemusedly to the conversation he only half comprehended.