One way of torture that doesn't involve blood [19/??? artefacts collected]

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[ Hello, mansion!

How do you feel about an accidental audio transmission featuring this song played on the guitar over and over and over and over again in various qualities ranging from sort-of-okay-ish over mediocre to physically painful?

I hope your answer is 'highly enthused', otherwise Philip's new hobby might not be as entertaining to you as it currently is to him. ]

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[What are you saying, this is the most genuine smile ever.]

...huh?

[Oh, right, right. Paying attention. Talking about things. Important things. Car-related things. Dean can dig that. Forcing himself back into the conversation and trying not to dwell on the whole you have no friends outside of this place bit, the smile widens.

Thanks for the distraction.]

Yeah! Yeah, there's a...a, um. Tool shed. A big tool shed on the right side of the house that's pretty much empty. Big enough to fit a car and all the stuff we'll need. We can padlock it if we have to.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip nods, adding a genuine smile to the mix. ]

Great.

[ Philip sure loves to padlock things. ♥

He stands up and throws Dean the statue. ]

You'll probably get a better bargain for it than I would.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Catching it, the smile on his face turns crooked. Now you know that he actually means it.]

S'cause I'm not tryin' to buy crack candy with it, dude.

[Dean stands slowly, scratching at one of the little gemstones.]

I'll get the parts tomorrow, so I'll let you know when to start asking the closet for tools. We'll wait until the end to figure out what color to paint it, but keep it in mind 'til then.

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[ Philip wants to ask if Dean didn't even try the candy, but since he's already standing up he just nods instead. ]

Sounds great.

[ He looks at the guitar. ]

...And nothing but Take Me Home, Country Roads until then.

[ Hard to say whether that's a promise or a threat though. ]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[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.]

...I'll, uh. See you around, man.

[Aw, it's a much more genuine smile!]