[ Phil is sitting on a chair that looks a little something like
this. The mirror behind him shows just about as much as you'd expect it to when everyone is trapped in a bunker without reflective surfaces. ]
Telly's out and I'm sorta bored, so...
[ He flips open a
suitcase. ]
Free tattoo anyone?
Oh.]
...you have got to be kidding me.
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Morning, pet~
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[Dean shirks his blazer, hands in his pockets, and saunters over to the chair.]
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Can't believe I didn't think of it sooner.
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Wait and see.
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[Dean takes this opportunity to gently pry the tattoo gun away from him.
Phil, remember the little voice that tells you to quit when you're ahead? You don't have one.]
We've talked about bad ideas, haven't we?
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[Using small words so he'll understand.]
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[ He'll take that gun back now, thank you very much. ]
This is gonna be fun!
[ He provides a reassuring look and lights himself a cigarette. ]
And it didn't even hurt or anything.
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[ He rolls up his right sleeve to present the heart on his upper arm. It lovingly frames the name Dean in fancy letters.
And honestly? It's almost presentable, given who did it. Simple, a bit wonky, but it could most certainly be worse.
A lot wor-- ]
I actually did it left first, but then I forgot the e, so I had to start over.
[ ~BROAD GRIN~ ]
You like it?
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Dean stares at it for a moment.]
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Stupid, but sweet.]
...you're an idiot.
[Dean leans in and kisses him.]
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