[On providing information]

[mildlyannoyed]

There, you see? You should have listened to me to begin with! Using the only 'official' bit of canon is the proper thing to do with me.

Besides, you love angst! Look at all the pain and suffering I get to have now: Mine plus all of the horrendous things the Master did!

And of course you needed to provide that level of detail. No one knows who I am. This way they can at least get an idea before contacting me completely blind to anything.

And that other idea of yours? Of course I love it! Why wouldn't I? It puts all the focus on me, which is where it should be!

You know, I don't even think I need to drink tonight.




[Cross-posted to dear_player.]

[on being dusted off and touching base]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

[Here, have a Dean having a minor coughing fit, and brushing a very thick layer of dust off of himself]

Son of a bitch.

[He manages to clear the last of the cobwebs and shit out of his hair -he thinks- and stretches a little.] Hey! Not that I'm not glad to finally be released from headspace hotel and all but you could've least actually dusted me off literally, you ass. This is going to go just peachy, I can already tell. But, hey-

[He gives a small grin to the mun, actually a little hopeful from touching base from a mutual old friend earlier] It might not go as bad as you think, you know? We've been together a long damned time and already had some success. So... [He raises a flask to his mun, and takes a swig before tucking it back away] If we're doing this? Try not to fall off of the face of the frigging earth this time, capiche?