Belle: “Oh my fucking GOD! Cas! You can’t do shit like that unless I’m at least there to watch! How else am I supposed to laugh at your stupid face before driving you to the hospital!” 😡 “And your definitely not allowed to die.”

bengalisms:

— ❋ almost got himself killed. yell at him.

        ❝ I know, Belle. ❞ He grumbled, a cloth being held to his face to stop both the swelling and the bleeding. He hadn’t intended to run his bike into that car –– though in reality it was a stupid idea to try and make that red light. Nothing was broken, just a nasty scraped face that he wasn’t looking forward to showing his fathers yet. He didn’t hesitate to call his friend first, and see if she could take him home. Of course she decided the hospital was best. 

        ❝ Well I’m not dead so can we just go home? I hate hospitals. ❞

“Okay, but if your face falls off, it’s not my fault. You look like hamburger,” she looks away from his bloody face, chewing her lip and trying to keep the tone light so she doesn’t freeze up, “Actually that makes me hungry. Come on daredevil, home we go.”