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I didn't make it home in time for Halloween. A...twenty-year-old tradition. Broken just like that.

I don't know if that's a sign to move on or a sign I've been here too long or not a sign at all, just an odd and unfortunate coincidence.

[Private to Alpha]

Checking in.

[Private to Dean]

I'm going to go...pick up Digby and then. Come to your room.

I'm death-tolling. For the first time. I'm death-tolling.

[Spam to Hannibal]

[Though lethargic and in a significant amount of pain, the Piemaker still struggles to Hannibal Lecter's door with alarming resolve, intent on reclaiming his dog. He holds the doorframe with one hand, pale and panting, before giving a quiet knock on the door]

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deadly_ned

[Digby in turn settles against Alpha's legs, resting his head on the man's thigh to be within petting distance. Idly, the Piemaker takes natural advantage of Alpha's docile mood and pulls a blanket from the couch, draping it over Doll and dog.]

[Once those two are settled in, he turns to start helping Dean, near collapsing when one of his knees buckles unexpectedly]

...I will. Alpha and me. We'll behave ourselves here. We're guests.

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composited

[ Faintly, Alpha repeats the words behave ourselves, not even thinking about it as he pets the dog gently. Then he says, as if bored: ] You don't like me. I can go.

Edited Date: 2013-11-03 05:47 am (UTC)

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surfaceshine

[Dean isn't anywhere near his prime in any sense of the word, but his reflex is still to reach out and grab Ned's shoulder when he falters, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. It wouldn't be enough to stop him if he were going down completely, but it can be enough to steady him.

He snorts quietly, and gently shoves Ned towards the couch, too.]

No, I don't, and I'll like you less if you give Ned fits right now. Just stay out of the bed and stay out of the desk.

Edited Date: 2013-11-03 06:13 am (UTC)

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deadly_ned

[Stretching out a hand so he catches himself against the back of the couch, with Dean's help the Piemaker prevents himself from needing to take a knee. He willingly lets himself be pushed into sitting on the couch, dropping down beside Alpha and dropping his head against the back of the cushions in exhaustion]

He's..not a bad person. Alpha.

[It's exhaustion and death-toll delirium speaking, but the Piemaker still makes an effort to make himself be heard]

He's a good. Person.

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composited

If you say so.

[ Alpha's eyes rise to fix on Dean. Pale and watery blue, he stares at Dean for a long moment. He'll remember what he said, when he's normal. But then he looks to Ned. ]

You should sleep.

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surfaceshine

Seconded.

[Dean stares back, not in challenge, but in weariness, his own dark hazelgreen foggy with it but steady. He's not going to lie. And regardless of his feelings on the matter, Alpha is still sitting on his couch, and they're in agreement on this much.

The hunter steps back from the couch, grabs a towel that's probably clean, and heads for the bathroom.]

I'll lock up on the way out, and check in around dinner time if you aren't already up.

From:

deadly_ned

[Obedient to the end, the Piemaker is already drifting. He keeps his hands to himself - especially for fear of touching Digby - and closes his eyes, resting his head down]

No, that. That sounds best.

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composited

[ Alpha just waits. Where there is little emotional tenor, dolls are very good at obeying the letter of instruction, and so he waits for Dean to go, eyes half-closed. He is listening to his imprints, shuffling through the skill set as he looked at his communicator. ]

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surfaceshine

Good. Get some sleep. Holler if you need something.

[His trailing gaze catches on Alpha, too, and his mouth opens. Closes again without saying anything. Nods. No, he doesn't like the man, but he doesn't have to.

The hunter disappears into the bathroom. He's good on his word, he does leave, but it's much later; he's in no hurry. He has nowhere to go that isn't here.]