...Welp. This journal is kinda a spoiler for this week.

[baconandsnausages]

I knew this was coming the second you read those damned spoilers last week. But I guess it's not so bad, and hell knows it's a damned sight better than a lot of the shit you come up with.

Okay. I might even work with you on this one so long as you don't focus on the damned dog thing and make it way over the top. I'm not that bad. [He says as he's absently scratching at his head. Yeah, okay Dean. Also, tell that to the mailman.] And no, "Woof Woof, Bitches" won't be a catchphrase. ever. Especially not from me - don't even try.

Oh hey, one other thing. And make Sam give me bacon. Lots of bacon. I know you and his mun are like [He crosses his fingers over] that.

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[baconandsnausages]

[He grins right back.] Yeah, I should probably work on that if I'm pleading ignorance, huh?

[Or maybe not. Damn it.] I thought you forgot about that. Damn it. But yeah, basically.

[Totally cool. And, as previously mentioned, kind of amusing. He can't help but tease, he's not sorry.] I say so - there's not many better ways than to spend time talking to a cute chick.

[He raises an eyebrow.] That obvious, huh? Yeah, yeah I do. [Now that she's spotted it, he's not going to lie about it. Not brazenly, anyway.] I'm guessing that means you know a hunter then?

[girlwiththemagics]

[She nods.] It'd help.

Word to the wise, it takes more than that to distract me. Nosy, remember? So... Magic?

[You are so mean! She doesn't know how to deal with it at all!] If you're trying to set my face one fire, buddy you're getting close. [What did Buffy tell her she should do? Ah, yes.] Hearing that from a cute guy, kinda... Face burny.

[She gives a little shrug.] It's more I know the type. My best friend, she's... definitely what you'd call a Hunter. Or should that be Warrior? [She waves her hand.] There's a whole destined to fight evil thing going on. Makes her extra special.

I think you'd like her.

[baconandsnausages]

I'll keep both of those things in mind. [long pause as he debates... yeah, okay.] Yeah, magic. Inuit spell to be exact.

[He snickers, before making it very not obvious his eyes are traveling up and down - it's all playful (not that he's not liking the view), consider it a crash course on flirting. And look how far you've come Will, not having to leave way before now!. But, you know, asking him to stop forthright is also a thing.] Just your face? 'Cause everything else I can see is smoking as well.

[Nope, no stopping that wry snort before it's out there. Oops.] Yeah, okay. [A slight pause before] Wait, that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to meet her. It's just- trust me. There's nothing good or 'extra special' about being destined for shit. [He's not realising that 'extra special' could be referencing any sort of powers right now. You might have to add that bit in.]