[day 22 || very early morning]

[ordered]

[ he doesn't say much of anything for a long while; too busy just inspecting the radio, despite knowing that he already has the button pressed. he's trying to work out just how to put his thoughts in to words. preferably ones that aren't going to panic what he already knows is a highly charged situation ]It's already been well established that the

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[apuddingpie]

[ooc: i similarly disappeared for ages; let's rehab back into healthy activity together! and y to that assumption.]

[ Like Vanille, Dean's been taking a nap, but the dulcet tones of Cas's voice wake him. Smushing the heel of his palm against his eye to rub the sleep from it, he hears the...rather suggestive, sleepy noises Vanille's just made over the radio. ]

Didn't think those things made 1-900 calls.

[lacqualia]

[She catches that faint grumbly voice.]

A one-nine-what?

[apuddingpie]

Yeah, you know, sweetheart. The One-nine-hundreds, dial-a-date, all your dreams come true, only nine-ninety-nine a minute plus taxes and local fees.

[ordered]

[ ooc: rp sounds like a good form of rehab =O ]

[ because he's a complete creeper!angel, he doesn't bother with the radio and instead heads over to Dean's room. and it has nothing to do with him being bored out there alone. of course not ]

I woke you?

[apuddingpie]

You know how it is. Whenever you talk it's either to tell me something soul-crushing in its craptitude, or it's so awkward I herniate holding back the laughter.

[ He stretches and scratches at his jaw. It's getting fuzzier than even he can stand, and shaving with his boot-knife just doesn't cut it these days. ]

So maybe I just subconsciously tune in to the sound of you talking.

[ordered]

[ he just gives Dean a look. one to say he isn't entirely sure whether that's meant to be a joke or not. he just carries on regardless though. ]

We need to stay close. And alert.

[ooc: Sorry about the delay. Work sucks. I'll be more alive this weekend though, hopefully.]