can u imagine tho. one day like dean wakes up, and jo’s laying on the latter half of his body. and he thinks he’s gonna get blowies, like a w Y E AH, but she’s a dick, and she starts blowing raspberries on his skin, and kissing his pudgy little tummy I'M
( honestly, he composes himself, impounding his figure with an aura of detachment & a preoccupied stature, permitting a brush of verdant eyes across the dim ceiling lights. )
❝ damn. now you’re just screwin’ around with me, it hasn’t been more than a few months. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you just wanna see me hurtin’. ❞
( the rucksack lowers atop of a nigh table, a barely lasting stretch cresting in his lips, only putting an end for an ACTUAL scan of his surroundings & an upright eyebrow quirk. )
❝ ———you alone here? where’s ellen? ❞
❝mom went to town for a booze run. ash is— some where, who knows.❞
she’ll tuck a spare hair or two behind her ear, giving a short shrug. suppose she’ll stop being petty, now. probably.
the younger gives him a once-over. but she can'tlook too closely. she won’t give him the satisfaction of cracking wise, had he caught her.
❝— so, where'd you come from?❞
she’ll just keep working, anything to seem painfully disinterested.
❝ ———tellin’ me about it. startin’ to have a habit on our hands, huh? ❞
( a rucksack hangs to one shoulder, his frame gelid in the threshold. he blows out a clenching anxiety through a helpless sigh, glance rupturing from the blonde’s figure & swiping across the walls as he progresses in. )
❝ least this place doesn’t change much. really has this whole … home sweet home vibe to it. ❞
of course, he moseys on in, like he owns the place, or hasn’t graced the place with his presence in ages.
cue the eye roll on her part, the exasperated lean against the bar.
❝you’ve sure changed— y'look different. guess you’re just older.❞
