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[getswhinedat]

Who: getswhinedat and failedparenting
When: November... 23rd...
Where: Starter apartments.
Summary: Two old... friends meet to have serious conversations and get caught up.
Warnings: Swearing, cantankerousness, slight potential for violence? Who even knows with these two.

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DERP

[failedparenting]

[After he'd hug up on Bobby, John began to have doubts about this meeting. The last time they saw each other face-to-face, Bobby was seriously considering filling him with lead. The last interaction they had at all, John'd sent him a list to help him sell his soul. Now Bobby was coming over, no doubt armed to the teeth, and them some.

Well, no one ever said John made good choices.

John really has no idea if Bobby will actually try something.From what little he's been told, some serious shit went down after he...left. Shit that changed everyone. Maybe Bobby changed alo-

John is pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. Damn.]

Come on in, it's open!

ohay bb

[getswhinedat]

[ Of course he wouldn't answer his own damn door today. Though to be fair, this didn't make Bobby any more suspicious.

It would be pretty hard to accomplish that. Bobby just rolls his eyes, sighs, and makes sure he's got something deadly available by quick draw before pushing the door open.

... all right, coast relatively clear. He takes a step inwards. ]

Not much on your manners today, are ya?

shit tag is shit

[failedparenting]

[As Bobby comes in, John quickly tucks one of Mary's guns into the waist of his jeans and hides it with his shirt. As much as he wants to think Bobby would't try to shoot him straight off, he can't take the chance.

He enters the living, rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to meet Bobby. When he gets within stabbing distance, John holds out an arm to the other hunter.]

Have I ever been, Singer?

PSHAW mine's worse

[getswhinedat]

[ Probably shouldn't be possible for one man to snort so much in a single lifetime, but hey. ] Fair enough.

[ He's all fine and good with taking a quick opportunity to give John a proper eyebrows-raised, skeptical as shit look on the walk over. Gotta give the place credit for a convincing show with the resurrections, if nothing else. It's strange to consider a living John Winchester. All of what that could mean and does mean and what's going to go to hell in a handbasket first.

Lucky for him, he's not the useless-fretting type. One thing at a time, and solid proof goes before the rest.

So Bobby greets that outstretched arm like any paranoid bastard worth his salt- by making a proper cut with a silver knife. Kind of has to wonder how many times he'll end up going over the basics. ]