McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day

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You would think that with the heat the way it was, outside was the last place Dean would ever think to be. Especially not surrounded by reflective metals and black rubber tires. (The tires had reappeared sometime over the course of the week. Dean suspected strongly at this point that the junk yard just kind of re-filled itself based on whatever

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Mod Your Junk!

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It took a few weeks before my inner 12-year-old kicked in and I realized how unintentionally hilarious the subject line for this OCD chunk really is.

And now it shall stay there forever.

Mod your junk, kids, if you don't want to deal with an artsy beatnik today.

Talk to Dean!

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He's hiring, though you'd never be able to tell just by looking at the scrap yard.

He's also willing to head into the office to make more iced coffee. Because he's a real giver, guys.

Re: Talk to Dean!

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Kaidan had considered staying indoors, but that... just left him feeling antsy, and filing reports could only channel his energy for so long. When the constant exposure to bright screens started to stir up the beginnings of a headache, he put the work down and took his morning jog three hours late.

He took pause right outside the junk yard-- he had said he'd stop by, hadn't he?-- and took note of Dean.

Might as well.

"Morning," he called.

Re: Talk to Dean!

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Dean glanced, once, over the top of his newspaper before grinning a little, folding it, and setting the paper to the side.

"Kaidan," he called back, giving a little wave hello as he stood and headed to the gate in order to let him in. "Not letting the heat get to you, I see."

Re: Talk to Dean!

[not_a_whiner]

"Maybe," Kaidan replied, slowing down, and finally walked into the junk yard. "But I'm starting to think I should've brought more water."

OOC!

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... But seriously. It's way cooler up here and even the cats are puddles of furry goo.