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Roger winced as the sun hit his skin, hand immediately going to shield his eyes. He had to have been outside since he was admitted... Jesus, over a month ago, but right then, he didn't remember. The island smell grabbed hold of him, seized him by more than just the one sense and he tipped his head back, eyes closed, bathing himself in the

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[weary_head]

Dean turned the corner during one of those stretching spells and was immediately glad he'd brought another sandwich.

"Out and about, huh, Twiggy?" he asked, pushing the sandwich against Roger's chest by way of greeting.

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the vague smile that touched Roger's face was keyed up to a full-grown grin and he caught the sandwich against his chest, looking at it, and then Dean.

"Roger that, Prison Bitch," Roger confirmed, inspecting the sandwich on both hands for a type before taking the most pig-headed, disgusting bite anyone had ever attempted. Fuck, he'd missed regular food so fucking much. "'Ah wannen i' t'be a furprife." This was his meager attempt at speach around his monster-sized bite, and it sounded like something about it being a surprise, but it also could have been something about fur.

[weary_head]

"Dude, did you just say something about furpie?" Dean asked, seating himself next to Roger's guitar. "How is it that we only just met?"

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Roger tried to laugh and swallow at the same time, and this was an epically bad idea. He wound up choking for a second or two, pounding his hand on his chest until his eyes were watering and he was just laughing.

"I said I wanted it to be a surprise!" he choked out, swallowing a few times to make sure he remembered how. "Dick." He took another bite of the sandwich and waited until he was done consuming before speaking again.

"How do you mean?"

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"I mean," said Dean, stuffing a whole half of his own sandwich into his mouth, "that we're practically wearing those bff bracelets. On account of being so awesome."

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This brought up another point.

"How sad is it that I know internet lingo when the internet isn't even going to be invented for another, like, 10 years where I come from." He exhaled that irony and then inhaled the rest of his own sandwich out of pure testosterone-driven competition. "It's all because of this chick my roommate was dating. You'll like this: she once told me The Cure was 'retro.' And she honest-to-shit meant it." He offered a shudder and conveniently managed to cover how much he'd cared for Claire, how much he'd done for her (like learn and play a Fall Out Boy song in front of a crowd mere weeks before she disappeared) and how much he missed her on some days.

"But yeah, man, we seem to be a new duo. And we made a killing on Halloween. I hate to say it, D," Roger really didn't hate to say it, "but I think we're that bff thing."

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"God, spare me the chick flick moment," groaned Dean, but he was grinning when he bumped Roger's shoulder with his own. It was nice, having a buddy, but Dean knew how to talk about it about as much as he knew how to be someone's friend in the first place. Brother, son, and hunter, that was what Dean had been his entire life, but he was learning.

"You're not ever getting my hair in pigtails."

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Roger wasn't exactly the world's most stellar friend either, in practice, but he was loyal as fuck, so he had that going for him. Also, the hair. People seemed to like the hair.

"I don't think I could. Puny little pubes like this." He ruffled Dean's hair for emphasis, tongue between his teeth in mocking amusement.

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"Man, easy," said Dean, trying to push Roger's hand away. He ran his fingers over his hair afterward in an attempt to save it. "You have any idea how hard this is to maintain on an island without gel?"

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With the force of the push, Roger let his hand fall away.

"I have gel," Roger said, shrugging easily. "Friend'a mine had it before she disappeared but I don't fucking use it. You want it?" He raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence, like maybe it just wasn't something Dean would be interested in.