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Mar 25, 2011 17:57

We had breakfast, all four of us together, and later, the girls'll go off with Kara and Tom and I'll have the night to ourselves. We need it, we really do, and it also means I don't feel like such a fuckin' asshole for askin' him to give me a few hours to be on my own ( Read more... )

roger davis, kate austen, charlie bartlett, dean winchester, pete campbell, sam winchester, neil mccormick, thomas hobbes

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weary_head March 26 2011, 20:07:46 UTC
Dean's onshore when Neil finally decides to grace it with his presence, hip flung out to balance the weight of the parcel in his hands. It's really not that heavy, but he's been waiting for goddamn forever, not to mention the time he'd spent marching around the island looking for the birthday boy.

"You're a hard little bastard to find," he calls conversationally.

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little_moons March 26 2011, 20:38:46 UTC
"Bullshit. I been here this whole time," I grin, dropping my board in the sand and unhooking the strap from my ankle.

Looking up at him through the damp fringe of my hair, I glance at the package on his hip, smirk and say, "What the hell's that?"

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weary_head March 27 2011, 02:55:12 UTC
"Your present, asshole," says Dean, peeling the top away so Neil can look. It's a pie, horribly burnt around the crusts and weird looking in the middle - probably undercooked. Jess had said something about pie shields and weights and how it was the thought that counts, and Dean's clinging to it.

"It'll probably kill you if you eat it. Least those middle bits."

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little_moons March 27 2011, 04:46:22 UTC
"Dude, I love you, but that's the ugliest fuckin' pie I ever seen," I say, taking the box from him and hooking a hand around the back of his neck to drag him into a one-armed hug.

"Guess it's a step up from the coconut you gave me, that one time," I tease, wondering if he even remembers that. We didn't even really know each other that well, back then, and at the time, it had been funny that he'd given me anything at all.

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weary_head March 28 2011, 17:34:41 UTC
"It was a mango, and as I recall, I only offered to give you one." He pokes at the pie upon his release, grimacing for the ice cold fruit that greets him in the middle. "What d'you think's in there?"

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little_moons March 29 2011, 02:59:59 UTC
"Whatever," I mutter, rolling my eyes and flashing him a grin, feeling stupid rush of warmth that he actually remembered all that shit.

Sticking my finger in where it at least looks done, but not charred completely black, I scoop some up and pop it into my mouth. It tastes... kind of weird, and the consistency is really fucking off, but I snort out a laugh and say, "It's good."

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weary_head March 29 2011, 21:37:06 UTC
"Thought you were supposed to be a good liar," Dean snorts, throwing an arm around Neil's neck to keep him and his pie close. He sticks his own finger in and pops it into his mouth. "Hey now, that one actually wasn't bad," he announces with a grin that's genuinely proud. "Look, I found you a decent piece."

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little_moons March 30 2011, 04:35:01 UTC
"Only to clients," I say with a smirk, scooping up some of the filling from the dent he already made in it, and he's right, it's not half bad.

"So, is this gonna be a habit now? You bakin' fuckin' ugly pies."

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