033: [visual] contrary to the common belief, he's not dead

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, a visual that's not accidental for once. Dean doesn't do very many of these, but honestly, he's bored out of his freaking mind, he's tired of lurking around Buffy's castle feeling sorry for himself (or at least, he's ready to pretend like he is), and he needs some fresh air. So, Dean's rolling out of bed, turning on his tablet as he does.

"Yeah, alright, look," Dean starts, reaching up and mussing up his hair. "All you oldies out there, the ones that haven't been coming in like herds of sheep. Gimme a call. I wanna know who's still here."

There's a pause as Dean yawns widely, and rather rudely, into the tablet. Then he continues.

"For the rest of you, lemme give you some advice. Don't piss off the vampires. And if you're a vampire, just try me. I got a crossbow for Christmas and I haven't got the chance to use it yet."

Good job, Dean, way to greet the locals with your charm and grace.

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[meanwhileback.livejournal.com]

"Why thank you for douchesplaining that to me. Because I wouldn't have known that pissing off a vampire was a bad idea without your patronizing ass getting all over my goddamn tablet and enlightening me or anything. Fuck you, if I want advice I'll ask for it. Jackass."

Penelope has a way with words, this is true.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay, someone Dean can take out his anger on.

"Hey, Wicked Bitch of the West, what crawled up your ass and died?" Irritable tone is irritable. "You don't gotta answer to the shit you don't wanna hear. Hope that high horse of yours bucks you off into the mud."

[meanwhileback.livejournal.com]

"Oh cool, and you're a misogynist, awesome, that means I can basically disregard anything else you have to say to me. Sure cuts through the bullshit. Hey, but in case it's slipped your tiny mind somehow, these things just cut on when you do a Big Citywide Announcement like that, whether I want it to or not."

Mostly because she hasn't found the settings menu on the thing yet and figured out a way to make it not do that. Shut up, she just got the damn thing like a week ago and it is like a million times more advanced than her iPod has ever been or could ever hope to be.

"So, I don't know, maybe you could take two fucking seconds and think about that next time you decide to interrupt whatever everyone else is doing and broadcast your nasty smug-ass fart-sniffing face all over the damn city, cool? Thanks."