Room 438, Tuesday evening

[saltandammo]

"Just so you know," Dean said as he held the door open for Alec, "you eat my tv remote, I kick your ass."

[ooc: for x5_alec]

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[x5_alec]

Alec trotted into the room with a snort - that had mostly been to annoy that other guy, really. The remote had tasted like sweat and dirt anyway.

[saltandammo]

"Or any of my music," Dean added, closing the door and headed over to the fridge. He pulled out stuff to make dinner for Alec and then started making another milkshake without being asked.

[x5_alec]

He followed Dean to the fridge and stuck his nose in wherever possible, wanting to watch and be as involved as he could be while lacking hands.

When Dean started on the milkshake though, he stood back, allowing him to work unhindered. Milkshakes were important.

[saltandammo]

Dean chuckled at the avid attention Alec was paying to what he was doing. "Y'know that hasn't changed at all," he commented. "You watching me, I mean."