[Oh, Dean tried it, all right. Give him candy and he'll eat it. He just spent the event curled up on his bed, shivering. Good times.]
Thanks.
[Dude, as long as you don't touch that Creedence piece with a thirty-foot pole, Dean won't give a damn if you're playing Christmas songs. He looks down at the statue in his hands again, then back up at Philip.]
no subject
Thanks.
[Dude, as long as you don't touch that Creedence piece with a thirty-foot pole, Dean won't give a damn if you're playing Christmas songs. He looks down at the statue in his hands again, then back up at Philip.]
...I'll, uh. See you around, man.
[Aw, it's a much more genuine smile!]