[ He's kind of thinking it alread; sounds like a place I'd like, but he doesn't voice it either, because a life like that is so far out of his reach it might as well be on Pluto. Things like that aren't for hunters, and definitely not for Dean Winchester.
Instead he focuses on his mug and he's pleased with the result; the cinnamon gives it a nice twist, makes it look a little fancy. ]
Really? [ It's said a little hopeful and he regrets his tone, but it's nice to actually be appreciated. Sam rarely compliments his cooking these days, the ungrateful little brat. ]
( most would argue estranging yourself for the better safety of the public wasn't exactly a life to be yearned after. it's a peace offering, of sorts, one she's granted herself. somewhere to go when she needs to sort through her tangles, rather than getting another knotted up within them.
there's a youth that visits his eyes, a childlike incredulity she'd almost imaged would follow the praise. for a brief, fleeting moment, it reminds her of tommy — her boys — and she hums softly, something sweet. )
Oh, yes. ( there's a toying raise of her brow over the mug, but it doesn't dampen her sincerity. ) Dangerous, even. ( with one hand left cupped to the cocoa, the other uses fingertips to slide the container of cookies closer to him. )
[ His efforts properly appreciated, he looks to be in an even better mood, especially once the container is moved closer, within reach. He sets his mug down so he can use both hands to pry the lid off and snatch one, shoving it in his mouth with absolutely zero finesse.
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ugh sorry for the delay work had me a blob
Instead he focuses on his mug and he's pleased with the result; the cinnamon gives it a nice twist, makes it look a little fancy. ]
Really? [ It's said a little hopeful and he regrets his tone, but it's nice to actually be appreciated. Sam rarely compliments his cooking these days, the ungrateful little brat. ]
we love blobs here
there's a youth that visits his eyes, a childlike incredulity she'd almost imaged would follow the praise. for a brief, fleeting moment, it reminds her of tommy — her boys — and she hums softly, something sweet. )
Oh, yes. ( there's a toying raise of her brow over the mug, but it doesn't dampen her sincerity. ) Dangerous, even. ( with one hand left cupped to the cocoa, the other uses fingertips to slide the container of cookies closer to him. )
You've earned your share.
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[ His efforts properly appreciated, he looks to be in an even better mood, especially once the container is moved closer, within reach. He sets his mug down so he can use both hands to pry the lid off and snatch one, shoving it in his mouth with absolutely zero finesse.
#guys ]
These are amazing.