[ This time, instead of dawdling, Mouse eyes a certain strip of beef jerky in particular, one that seems to be poking out of the mouth of the offered bag at a particularly tantalizing angle. His fingers appear again from the mouth of his sleeve and, again, give their telltale wiggle before diving into the back and tugging free that strip in particular. Triumphantly, Mouse dangles it in front of his own face before pocketing it along with the other jerky.
Oh yes, he's feeling particularly accomplished now and it's obvious by the way he smiles at Dean and rocks back and forth on his feet. The faintest hum in his throat. ] One, blue. The other, dunno. [ Mouse gestures around his face, hiding the bottom half of his head with a hand. A mask of some kind.
it promises to be awesome and ultimately traumatic!
Oh yes, he's feeling particularly accomplished now and it's obvious by the way he smiles at Dean and rocks back and forth on his feet. The faintest hum in his throat. ] One, blue. The other, dunno. [ Mouse gestures around his face, hiding the bottom half of his head with a hand. A mask of some kind.
Mouse shrugs, unhelpfully. ] Prank? Maybe. Huge prank, though.
Huge douche.