( She pulls a face, he returns it with a shrug — what? Don't look at him like that, he's not the one who jumped out of a wagon.
Well. Okay. Yeah, technically, but he didn't jump first. Anyway, moving on.
And so begins the game of Charades; Dean's brow wrinkles as he tries to unpack the sentiment behind it. Circle around his face, choking motion. )
You thought I was gonna attack you?
( Wait, no - he can do better. Soldier Boy scrawled into the dirt accusingly, and the heat of familiarity with which it was levelled at him.
He tries again: )
I look like somebody that attacked you. A soldier — from the barracks? Because if some douchebag is running around jumping newbies, I'll go kick his ass right now.
( Said emphatically, with an aggressive point of his thumb over his shoulder. He's not about that life, especially if it's some dude rocking his haircut. He's got enough problems, plus it's just a screwed up thing for somebody to be doing and this is a no-fly zone. )
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Well. Okay. Yeah, technically, but he didn't jump first. Anyway, moving on.
And so begins the game of Charades; Dean's brow wrinkles as he tries to unpack the sentiment behind it. Circle around his face, choking motion. )
You thought I was gonna attack you?
( Wait, no - he can do better. Soldier Boy scrawled into the dirt accusingly, and the heat of familiarity with which it was levelled at him.
He tries again: )
I look like somebody that attacked you. A soldier — from the barracks? Because if some douchebag is running around jumping newbies, I'll go kick his ass right now.
( Said emphatically, with an aggressive point of his thumb over his shoulder. He's not about that life, especially if it's some dude rocking his haircut. He's got enough problems, plus it's just a screwed up thing for somebody to be doing and this is a no-fly zone. )