[ Mouse, like Dean, has got a couple of things tucked away in his pockets. In fact, when he moves his hidden fist around inside one of them, its contents makes a clinky noise — like glass on glass or glass on metal or something not cloth or pocket-like at all. It seems like the space inventory fairy's been good to him because in addition to his jean jacket; he's got what looks like a whistle on the end of a ball chain hung around his neck and a heavy duty bike chain and padlock sagging down from his narrow hips, the way a bike messenger might.
He giggles behind his hand as he considers his beef jerky and even goes so far as to mumble the phrase, ] space douches, [ under his breath before he smile up at Dean a second time. ]
Mouse. Hey. [ He points the end of his jerky at his own face. ] Not a space douche. Promise.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. OPERATION BIG BROTHER IS A GO.
He giggles behind his hand as he considers his beef jerky and even goes so far as to mumble the phrase, ] space douches, [ under his breath before he smile up at Dean a second time. ]
Mouse. Hey. [ He points the end of his jerky at his own face. ] Not a space douche. Promise.