Sep 29, 2007 09:26
Momo's mind was turning over all the possibilities surrounding this "field trip" to the surrounding town when she settled down in the corner of the Sun Room away from the Arts & Crafts room. She curled her legs underneath her as she waited for Shouko-san to find her. The shinigami had no idea what she looked like, so she kept an eye on all those
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star dragon sword,
sanji,
nami,
xigbar,
adelheid,
anise,
gumshoe,
goku,
kougaiji,
ravi,
sephiroth,
momo (xenosaga),
jade,
naoya,
steve,
allen,
seishirou,
light,
keman,
reno,
albel,
oriya,
jj,
mark,
hiei,
mion,
javert,
dean winchester,
peony,
rena,
hk-47,
alucard,
robin hood,
hanyuu,
yuber,
subzero,
riddick,
heat,
xellos,
armand,
hinamori momo,
elena (ffvii),
naoto,
cloud,
takaya,
yoruichi,
aidou,
ururu,
eddie brock,
wolverine,
alec,
omi,
jean,
haseo,
krauser
Oh, yes, indeed, and as I'll be personally chaperoning one of the buses into town, I do hope to meet some of you in person and become familiar with the faces that -
"Become familiar with your face. Son-of-a-bitch..."
He basically threw himself on the closest couch, positioning a pillow under his head before lying back and sighing heavily. He couldn't believe he was still freakin' here. So tedious. What he wouldn't give for a bit of entertainment, preferably of the female variety. Well, maybe he'd keep an eye out for a beauty or two, or three, while he was busy being bored out of his mind. Nothing else to distract him, save for the bunch of crap strengthening his poise on the situation, like rejuvenated thoughts on tactics, Sam, Diva, and...
He linked his fingers flat over his abdomen, head tilted to enable him a good shot of one doorway; and for anyone who walked through it to catch the eyes of a man who was clearly fed up with this gig.
Whatever. Dean crossed his arms, feeling exceptionally petulant this afternoon. His eyelids fell when hot flashes of anxiety threatened to invade the calm he'd established.
Don't think about it. Don't.
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Boring.
"Pff," he replied, shifting a little more to settle himself into a groove on the lounge. "Ever been a day in this hellhole that wasn't rough?"
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"Dean," he almost grumbled, giving a curt nod. There was a pause as he glanced at him, and then stared ahead at a wall, as if dismissing the idea of speaking further.
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So he said the only thing that rose to mind, not exactly eager to unleash a tantrum on some poor kid who just wanted to talk.
"Suit yourself."
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