041 - Macintosh Apple

[deadly_ned]

I don't...expect there to be anyone. From my world, that is.

There wasn't anyone last time, but.

Hope's a hard thing to squash.

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[surfaceshine]

[Dean, caught up in the excitement of having the Barge on his fucking cell phone and abruptly having access to so many people again, doesn't notice right away.

He is, however, openly delighted to see the Marquis.]

Typical. Always keeping open the option to be fickle.

[mattersverymuch]

Why wouldn't I? Fickle is one of the most delightful things a man can be.

[See? He is a man. Not that he'd admit it to many but Dean.]

I note that you're still annoying.

[surfaceshine]

Annoying, amazing. All in the spelling.

Not my fault your taste could use some work.

[mattersverymuch]

My taste is perfection itself. How dare you.

[Flat. Then he yawns.]

[surfaceshine]

[If he were there in the flesh, Dean would throw the nearest object straight into that yawn.

As it stands, he raises an eyebrow.]

I'm surprised you have to ask.

[mattersverymuch]

Because you have something to prove, probably.

[surfaceshine]

Because it's what I do, more likely.

[Dean dares. He grins, too.]

[mattersverymuch]

I'm shocked nothing's killed you yet.

[surfaceshine]

Oh c'mon now, Sunshine, I'm too charming to disembowel.

[mattersverymuch]

There are many other ways to kill a man, as I'm very sure you know.

[surfaceshine]

So you're trying to say that I'm someone that other people want to kill on a daily basis?