[ but he's so ready to throw a punch and then some. instead, he has to make do with watching ned cut himself a slice of pie, all the while ready in case the pie maker tries something with his magic fingers. the suggestion for him to leave is about as green lit from dean as possible.
or would be, if ned didn't look like he'd just stuffed his face with a pile of shit. ]
Dude-- [ dean watches in mild fascination and open disgust, then realizes that maybe he needs to do something here, so he steps closer. ]
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or would be, if ned didn't look like he'd just stuffed his face with a pile of shit. ]
Dude-- [ dean watches in mild fascination and open disgust, then realizes that maybe he needs to do something here, so he steps closer. ]
What the hell... You alright? Wrong flavor?