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[dashboardlite]

[[ooc; Dean and Santana loooool we are so mature]]

[Oh, this is so much better than the Magic Fingers motel bed massager.  Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's had a real massage.  Rolling his shoulders underneath Santana's ridiculously strong fingers - Fuck, cheerleading must be intense - Dean lets out a little, satisfied groan,

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[itsahotone]

Uh, yeah, what do you think I'm trying to do, here? It's totally territory that should be charted.

[Does she sound amused to you, Dean? Because she is. She's also juuuust gonna slide one hand under your shirt; that's cool, right? It makes for a better massage, that's all.]

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[dashboardlite]

[He's got morals. Some of them, at least. The differences between virtue and vice haven't exactly been a source of contention for Dean, since he's already Hell-bound, but this is very different from everything else he's ever shrugged off.

Sucking in a sharp breath at the contact, Dean raises his eyebrows.]

You don't have a compass, either.

[He points out idly, musing over whether or not she knows exactly what she's getting into. Dean smirks to himself, letting it loose.]

How old are you, anyway?

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[itsahotone]

Eighteen. [Lies are easy! She also has no proof of age on her, so.] Why? You have an age limit for people giving you rub-downs?

[Which she's still doing, by the way. And very well, too; she and Brittany help each other out a lot. She knows what she's doing, even without the subtext of we should totally have sex.]

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[dashboardlite]

[He's made it a habit of learning how to read people, which is invaluable on jobs. Telling lies from the truth is easy - easier still when they're said with that slightest hint of indignation.]

No, but I've got a thing against wearin' an orange jumpsuit.

[He's been in one before. And yeah, he rocked that thing and didn't take shit from the other inmates, but it just isn't the same as his leather jacket and some nice, worn-out flannel.

At the same time, though, her hands do feel really good. And he's still really sore. God damn it. Maybe a hint can distract from how sexually frustrated he is. Wonderland is like having TV Guide. Three-hundred channels and nothing's on.]

Y'know my shoulders are those things to the sides of my neck, right? [Dean can't help but smirk.] I thought anatomy class was mandatory in senior year of high school.

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[demiurgos_girl]

[Elaine had only caught the last part of the video, the slam of the door catching her attention. She sets the camera on her table, so that she can reply.]

I doubt hell needs any sort of appreciation.

[[ooc: thanks for changing the settings. XD Ahhh and sorry I keep editting this comment.]]

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[dashboardlite]

[He's been reclining on his bed, not exactly expecting a reply from anyone, now, and lifts his head from the mattress to see...another teenager. Great.]

S'gonna be my permanent address for the rest of eternity in about a month or so, so the least I can do is hope for the freakin' best.

[Considering the fiasco that just happened, he's a little more guarded now.]

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[demiurgos_girl]

[She frowns.] You're a... lost soul? [That's strange. Elaine suddenly remembers her best friend Mona, who had spent several weeks as a wandering soul. He doesn't look the same as she did.]

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[dashboardlite]

...a what?

[Dean raises an eyebrow, sitting up a little and propping himself on his elbows to squint skeptically at the camera.]

I'm not a "lost whatever", I just made a deal with some assholes down below. Normally you get a warranty of ten years, but I got one. S'almost up.