fɪfᴛʜ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ✗ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ✗ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
[When Dean finally came to it was with the wincing realization that he'd taken more blows than he could handle in that bar fight. It seemed like just a distant memory now, and that let him know he'd been out for a while. His head felt heavy, the distinct layer of bandages across the bridge of his nose not lost on him. The sonuvabitch had broken his nose.
It was just hair. Somebody needed to learn to take a joke.] Awesome...
[Dean pushed off the covers and flipped his feet to the floor. His hair was in disarray and there was more color in his cheeks than what had been there a few days prior, he was healthier than what he had been but unconsciousness has a way of giving vertigo effects. Stumbling through his room in the clinic he headed straight for the sink to wash off the dry blood, mindful of strap protecting the midpoint of his face. He cleaned up a little and then wasted no time in preparing to leave. He grabbed his things, shucked his jacket over his shoulders, and picked up his journal.
He's headed back to his room in the castle now, grumpier than ever because of the injury he sustained. It's written all over his face. Feel free to interrupt his walk of shame, you'll likely be returned with indifference or sarcastic abuse.]
It was just hair. Somebody needed to learn to take a joke.] Awesome...
[Dean pushed off the covers and flipped his feet to the floor. His hair was in disarray and there was more color in his cheeks than what had been there a few days prior, he was healthier than what he had been but unconsciousness has a way of giving vertigo effects. Stumbling through his room in the clinic he headed straight for the sink to wash off the dry blood, mindful of strap protecting the midpoint of his face. He cleaned up a little and then wasted no time in preparing to leave. He grabbed his things, shucked his jacket over his shoulders, and picked up his journal.
He's headed back to his room in the castle now, grumpier than ever because of the injury he sustained. It's written all over his face. Feel free to interrupt his walk of shame, you'll likely be returned with indifference or sarcastic abuse.]