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He's just continuing to read, not bothered by the deer sleeping against him.

@aspiringactress666.bsky.social

He's thinking

Why not

Swiping right

@poisonedloser.bsky.social

Immediate swipe right

@unhallowedangel.bsky.social

Right.

Castello has joined SINDER!

⠀ ♡ to know if he’d swipe
⠀⠀⠀ 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 or 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 for you.

⠀ ↻ to swipe 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 on him

What's in it?

That sounds pretty good actually

Family recipe?

He'll hold him to his word then

What is the spider doing?

He better not be making a mess. Castello just cleaned the kitchen an hour ago

Well that's good to hear at least

He flashed a toothy grin

"You don't worry about what I do. That's for me to worry about"

He's going to do what he does best

"that's an easy fix. Don't you worry about anything."

He stood up as he took out an already cut cigar, lighting it.

"Yeah, you don't gotta worry about anything."

"What happened? Who made you cry?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You better?"

And he's probably made it worse.

Again, he's good at making people cry and beg. Not the opposite.

He'll just sit with her for awhile

Let time pass.

Castello looked at her, he sighed as he walked over. He offered a handkerchief as he rested his hand on her head.

He didn't say anything, but he hoped this was at least something to quell her

He's not very good at comforting

🤧

He's finishing his cigar and throwing out the butt of it.

"Anyways. I think it's time I left."

He looked at her

"Give me a call if someone gives ya a tough time. They'll be gone and won't bother ya no more."

He's trying to be better.

"Alright alright."

He's getting up as he stretched out, he's taking out a small notepad, writing down his number

"Don't lose this. I'll try to answer within 24 hours. I can't promise that though."

"I'm guessing construction wouldn't be a good fit..."

He took a long drag, closing his eyes.

"Listen. I ain't going soft. But if ya need help, I got ya covered. But if you tell anyone else I'm doing this, you'll end up..."

He stopped himself, a guilty look on his face

"Just don't tell anyone."

He avoids her gaze

"Business been slow?"

He already knows the answer, but he wants to know the answer from herself..why else would she ask him if he's heard about a job.

Comes with the business. Also inner turmoil within him, insecurities and what not.

"Yeah yeah. No need to get sentimental on me."

He grabs a cigar, pulling out a cutter and a golden lighter. He cuts the cigar in a v cut before lighting it.

"I... don't know anywhere that's hiring actresses. I work in hit work mostly, construction if that's slow."

He handed her a wad of cash

"Here. Don't leave empty handed. It'll make me feel bad. It's the least I can do."

He's not going to say thank you, he hasn't said those words in a long time

"what do you want in return. Money?"

He's pulling out his wallet, his claws going through the stack inside of it

"And don't say you don't want anything. Everyone wants something, especially if they just patched them up."

He huffed

"I enjoy it. I refuse for some oaf to disrespect it. Back in the day he would've gotten an even worse beating, maybe a trip to the morgue. The hospital is where he deserves to be in."

He rolled his shoulder, moving it forward to crack it. He winced in pain before collecting himself.