freshly imported grouch ahoy!

[idjitminder]

... you're sending me where? Again?

Balls.

Comments

[fromfryingpantofire]

Take it you aren't too thrilled with the whole idea, Bobby?

oh hey!

[idjitminder]

Been there, done that. Ain't exactly got a reason to be thrilled aside from seeing you boys, Anna and Cas again.

Hey! This is relevant to my interests.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Yeah, I can't say I blame you there. At all. And...yeah. We'll be glad to see you, too.

[Possibly Dean more than Sam since Sam doesn't know about the whole ghost thing and has had time to get used to Bobby being dead.]

yes indeedy. it also saves me the pm I was going to send about him

[idjitminder]

Mmh. Don't help much that she ain't settled on a canon point.

Not to crazy about coming in after getting Lincoln'ed, if I get much say in the matter.

Hee! Just happened to look at dear_mun after getting some baking done.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Well. Not like you're that unlikely to find out about it, somehow. I mean, Dean's the master of emotional constipation.

[idjitminder]

I don't see that happening. So long as I ain't playin' Casper, I'm not gonna complain too much.

[over_identifies]

Leave it to you to tell it like it is.

[idjitminder]

Been there, done that, got the gore-splattered t-shirt. Think that'd be enough, but no. I'm lining up for round two. Lucky me.

[over_identifies]

Could be worse. My mun's too chicken for round one. Which leaves me here, pretty much. With a lot of people making some commentary that makes me feel...kinda...uncomfortable.

[She folds her arms across her chest.]