nobody puts baby in the corner

[dashboardlite]

Look, I know you got a damn bee in your bonnet about exams and crap, and you sorta shoved me off to the side so you could bring the little librarian lady in to help you get through that, but when this is over, you're bringin' me back - guns blazin' and Boston on the speaker system.

Got it?

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[notyourpromdate]

I don't know why but I swear you were bitchin' 'bout havin' a librarian help you out. [And yes, he means sex. But he's not going to be that obvious.] It took me a second t'realize that there is no way you'd be bitchin' 'bout that.

[dashboardlite]

Ha. I wish.

[Except not really, because said librarian is dating a friend of his, and said friend has commented below, and that'd just be plain awkward.]

I'd know the Dewey Decimal System better than the back of my own friggin' hand if that was the case.

It helps if mun picks the right account.

[notyourpromdate]

[Oh...yeah. That would be awkward.]

Well, with the proper incentive I'm sure you can be taught just 'bout anything.

I wondered why Rick Grimes had dropped by... xD

[dashboardlite]

[Dude, you have no idea.]

Thanks, Bobby, glad to hear you got so much faith in me. You're a real peach.

[But let's push the subject away from Dean and his friend's girlfriend and also anything to do with libraries.]

Been keepin' busy lately?

He's nosy..

[notyourpromdate]

[He might have some idea, but that doesn't mean he's telling you.]

Well, I can't spoon feed you everything Cinderella, you'll never find your price that way.

[He promises not to ask you about that, as long as you don't ask him about the brief moment in time his mun-thing had him in the sex game. And when we say brief, we mean... he didn't even last a week.]

Not as much as I'd like, but busy enough. Scratch that, it's a bit like a vacation I can't be upset about that.

[dashboardlite]

Hilarious.

[Sex games! One shudders at the thought! ...Well. One would, if one wasn't Dean Winchester.]

Kinda wish I felt the same way - been pretty slow goin', and you know I get antsy.

[notyourpromdate]

Well, at least I haven't lost my touch.

[It was...interesting. He still sort of resents mun for thinking it was a good idea. A LOT kinda.]

Hell, I'm in this house. This house with ghosts and things, but the regular tricks don't work on them.

[He was abducted. Twice and experimented on. It's not so cool.]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean resents his mun for a whole lotta things, so he can sympathize.]

Don't tell me you got trapped in a big fancy-shmancy place, too? Mine's in Wonderland.

[Yeah. We'll just let that sink in for a minute.]

[notyourpromdate]

[notyourpromdate]

[notyourpromdate]

Like.. Wonderland Wonderland. White rabbits and... that shit?

[dashboardlite]

It's the whole nine yards, Bobby. Fluffy white tail and everything.

[notyourpromdate]

...Well, that's ah...[He rubs the back of his neck.] I'm not even sure what the hell that is.

[dashboardlite]

Yeah. That's what I said. They got a Red Queen and creepy twins and we had a goddamn Jabber- Jab- Jabber-somethin', recently.

[Dean will carefully neglect to mention to our dearest Bobby that he practically threw himself in the monster's path trying to kill it, and died horribly.

Thank God for extra lives, right?]

[notyourpromdate]

Whoever came up with this place is holding out on the good stuff.

[...Sounds about right. Reckless. That's alright, Bobby isn't mentioning that where he's from that this week, the house he's in is going to force him to kill someone he cares about, that he won't be able to resist doing so. And once he's done it once? He may not be able to control the urge to do it again. He's not a fan of this place at all.

Yay~ extra lives. :|]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ The following is brought to you in rapid Frownenglish with crossed arms and an accompanying glare: ]

You mean the Jabberwock wasn't enough for you, now you've got to encourage this? Dean, honestly, what do you think more attention from them means, or-- Or did you just decide that two eyes were too many after all?

[dashboardlite]

[Don't overreact, fruitcake.]

Aw, c'mon, you act like I'm gonna shoot everything that moves. S'a figure of speech, man.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ You're asking for it, bloody yank. ]

Not everything, only whatever you think is challenging. Unfortunately in your language that seems to translate to "likely to rip your limbs off".

[dashboardlite]

[Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am. Come again?]

Thrill of the hunt, Phil. Thrill of the hunt. Don't you have some kinda science-y equivalent for that?

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Fine. Be that way. ]

Nothing that leads to "and all that was left of him was a puddle of blood on the ground, the end".

[dashboardlite]

I gotta say, that's sorta disappointing. When I go, I go in style.

[sadfreezingbrit]

And how would that look?

[dashboardlite]

Naked women. Explosions. Giant monsters.

[Awesome, right?]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Snerk. ]

Right, but which of the three ended up killing you?

[dashboardlite]

That time didn't count. There weren't any naked women or explosions.

[tadanokusuriuri]

[The Medicine Seller doesn't say anything, but if his little smile is any indication, he is in agreement. He expects the same of his mundane, come to speak of it...]