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[faithlessly]

[ hey, tq, it's dean. he's looking... well, a little more restless than normal, and mostly because now that it's been some time after the jump, he's finally accepted that yet another friend has left the ride. he rubs the knuckles of one hand anxiously before looking at the communicator. ]

Any of you ever had a friend or two in this ship who you know ain't around back home anymore? Sucks when they go back, doesn't it. Especially when home isn't just a box six feet underground, but... [ but purgatory, where you personally put them.

it hurts. it sucks. ]

But something a lot more dangerous. Guess we should learn by now to hold on to 'em as hard as we can while we still have 'em, instead of...this. [ as sincere as he is, he can't quite help the strained smirk, like it really is all some big joke. ]

But since I can't do that, I'll ask for the second best thing; anyone feel like doin' a little sparring? And I mean the off the record kind, no punches pulled stuff. You know, fun. [ it's something he's good at, something he could just lose himself in for a little while, so it's worth a shot. ]

Those easily bruised and ready for tears-- or too busy whining about the temperature need not apply. And if you ain't sure, we can even throw a bet of some kind on the winner-- whatever works. Even you freaky supernatural critters are welcome.

Comments

[lacksgrace]

Then maybe you should try something else. [ But he's not going to tell you what that is. ]

[faithlessly]

Not sure if you're worth the time. [ you're giving him very little reason to feel much of anything for you rn bells. ]

[lacksgrace]

I'll make it worth your time. [ Whatever that might be. ]

[faithlessly]

[ psh ] And what? Next week you'll be angry over something again.

[lacksgrace]

Next week I might not wanna throw you off the ship. [ Duh. ]

[faithlessly]

[ SIGHHHH ]

If you could at least stay like that for a month...

[lacksgrace]

Is that gonna fix things with you? Are you gonna stop being such an asshole to me about stuff you don't get?

[ Because this is not just about him and he knows it. ]

[faithlessly]

I didn't come here with the attitude problem today. You've had ages to get over it, Bells. Can't you just trust me when I say I've been trying to make things better?

[lacksgrace]

Things aren't that easy, okay? [ Not for him. Never for him. Trust is a hard thing. ] I didn't kill you. I'm talking to you. That should be enough right now.

[faithlessly]

I think you and I might have a different opinion on the meanin' of talking.

[lacksgrace]

I'm pretty sure we don't. What else do you want, huh?

[faithlessly]

I just want you to get your head outta your ass.

[lacksgrace]

Whatever you say. [ And then there's a really long pause, almost as if he's done saying what he needs to say before: ] Sorry someone left you.

[ Okay. He's done now. ]

[faithlessly]

[ HEY YOU DONT GET TO BE DONE THERE


also christ he has no idea what to do with you half the time ugh ]

See, was that so hard? Not that I needed it, but it was better than whatever you started with.

[lacksgrace]

[ NO HE IS COMPLETELY DONE. ]

Maybe, but you need someone to kick you in the ass. Everything I said before still stands. [ He's quiet. ] And this still doesn't mean I forgive you.

[faithlessly]

I don't need shit. [ U G H ] Do I need to buy you a drink or something? Or are you itchin' for an equal punch in the face?

[lacksgrace]

Yeah you do. You're almost as bad as me. [ And that's saying something. ] I don't want you to buy me anything.

If it makes you feel better, I'll let you have a free swing though.

[faithlessly]

Really? And you won't start wailin' about it?

[lacksgrace]

You wouldn't believe the sort of beating I could take. Just try it.

[faithlessly]

I've had to kick enough angel ass for one lifetime, thanks.

[lacksgrace]

Make up your mind. Either you're gonna do it or you're not. Which is it?

[ HE IS MORE THAN DONE NOW. ]

[faithlessly]

Pass.

[ he just wanted to hang out!!! without violence!! but you rejected him B( ]

[lacksgrace]

[ There's a frustrated sound because WHAT THE FUCK DEAN!!! He wasn't rejecting anything!!! ]

Then what, you just wanna sit around and look at each other?

[faithlessly]

Sorry, you ain't that pretty. We used to hang out, y'know. Be able to, anyway.

[lacksgrace]

Prettier than you. [ He's petty, shut up. ] Is that what you're trying to ask me?