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[im_apimp]

[and video turns on with this lovable cat boy sprawled comfortably in his cabin, not really feeling all that up to joining the rest of the world quite yet. He still hadn't managed to find the guy who Faith had mistaken him for, and while he was sure that yeah, that was probably a good thing, he's still keeping himself indoors during the day, just

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[obiwanning]

[ Just. This face. Forever.

It takes him a long minute to find the right words and completely disregard Alec's transmission in favor of ... commenting on WHAT THE HELL YOUR FACE. ]

You son of a bitch.

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[im_apimp]

[ ... stares. then his head tips, because well -- he didn't want to actually FIND the guy, but looks like that happened anyway]

If I had a mother, I'd probably request that you not talk about her that way.

[and then another pause]

What are you? Thirty? Forty?

[obiwanning]

[ So. Offended. HE IS NOT THAT OLD, YOU SUCK, ALEC. His dignity is just crumbling. ] Thirty! Not that it's any of your business.

I'm not all that worried about offending the bitch that spawned a freak of nature like you. Where the hell are you and what're you doin' in my skin?

[im_apimp]

Thirty. Really. That's what I'm gonna look like in ten years?

[a beat]

Yeesh.

[sighs]

Anyway, for your information, this skin happens to be all my own. Just because we happen to share the same handsome face is no reason to have a coronary.

[another beat]

Well, if it was my twin, yeah, that would be a cause for concern, but I swear, I'm seventy-five percent harmless, and one hundred percent less koo-koo for Cocoa Puffs.

[wolf_faerie]

[Jumps a little when the feed turns on; she isn't used to this kind of technology at all. But she gets over it quickly.]

Why should I entertain you?

[im_apimp]

Because you're a kind and giving person and don't want to see a fellow prisoner here die of boredom?

[wolf_faerie]

Why should I care if you're bored?

[im_apimp]

See the aforementioned kind and giving person comment.

[incaution]

I'm pretty sure being bored is gonna be the least of your problems.

[im_apimp]

Really? Because I seem to think it's the worst of my problems at the moment.

[incaution]

Nah, I'm saying it's explaining why in the hell you have on Dean's face.

[im_apimp]

Oh, Jesus Christ, not you too.

[painhumbles]

[After listening to this and CRACKING THE FUCK UP. Ohhhh hunters and their paranoia. Always good for a laugh.]

Well, you wanted interesting, fella. Looks like you got it.

[im_apimp]

This wasn't the kind of interesting I was looking for.

[sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose]

Alright, out with it already. How did you get his face? I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch. Blah blah blah.

[painhumbles]

Honestly, bucko. I don't care if you look like Mary, Queen of Scots.... Although that might net you a much more interesting reaction.

[im_apimp]

Blood red isn't exactly my color, but thanks for the suggestion.

[tearsandtildes]

Who are you?

[im_apimp]

[sighs because seriously, if he's gonna threaten to kill him too, Alec's going to go start punching trees. Or invest in voicemail:

"Hi, you've reached Alec, he is NOT a shapeshifter. Have a nice day."]

My name is Alec. I was born in Wyoming in 2000. I now live in Seattle. I work for a bike messenger service named Jam Pony. I'm not sure why I landed here in creepy forest world, but I swear, I didn't steal Dean -- it's Dean, right? -- either way it doesn't matter. I didn't steal his face.

My face is my own. I received it through the miracle of genetics. I swear.

[tearsandtildes]

And we're supposed to just believe that? [Yeah, sorry Alec. Paranoid hunters are paranoid.]

[im_apimp]

Yes?

[sighs as he flops back]

You know what? Fuck this. You think I'm this shapeshifter thing? Fine. I'm sick of people not treating me like a person. You and your love monkey decide that you want to come after me for what you think I am? Then fine. It's your goddamn funeral.

[rolls his eyes]

This is such bullshit. At least the blond was nice enough to give me the benefit of the doubt.