taxonomites | 013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away

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013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away

In the middle of the Central district, on the edge of Kaylee Frye's Ranch, is a familiar '67 Chevy Impala. And sitting on the hood of that familiar '67 Chevy Impala is a familiar face, relaxing and basking in the sun. The admittedly fake sun, but hell, Dean's not complaining. He's got a cooler full of various alcoholic beverages sitting on the ground next to his car, a basket of fruit sitting next to him on the hood, and the casette he's got playing in his car's set to various classic rock songs.

All in all, a perfect setting for hanging out.

His tablet's switched on to visual without his realizing, so people watching will be able to see part of his face, the beer bottle in his hand, and the open sky above him. Occasionally he sings along with the song in the background, though it's usually low and under his breath. He's not exactly craving company, but hell, he wouldn't mind it.

[any and all are welcome. C'mon. Even if you don't know him!]

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That'll be Dean jumping slightly. He didn't realize that his tablet was on, and so when he hears Kaylee's voice, it startles him. Just a little. He'd been mostly in his own little world. But that doesn't mean he's not pleased to hear from her.

"I like the view," Dean replies to her first comment, grinning down at the tablet. He doesn't bother picking it up, just leaves it in the same position. She can hear him just fine. "I figured I'd set up shop near this fantastic ship here. You wouldn't happen to know who it belong to, would you?"

He looks back at the sky, and relaxes again, sipping his bottle.

"Why don't you come on down here then and share?" he asks, folding his arms behind his head. "I've got all these strawberries that need to be eaten."

"Reckon I might know who owns that real pretty ship what's usin' my ranch for dockin'. Some cap'n ... Reynolds. Heard he's got him a real good mechanic to take care of the girl." Kaylee's grinning as she leaves her spot by the window to go walk over to the main door.

"Think I will. I've been cooped up in here near half the day already." Wait ... he said strawberries. "Strawberries? Oh well ... I'll be there right now!" Her steps quicken some. She's not one to refuse an offer of fresh strawberries. Especially here because they are particularly delicious despite being produced by a hatch.

She's taste tested enough to know this as a solid fact.

"I hear that Captain Reynolds is a bit terrifying," Dean jokes, his grin visible from the limited view. Yes, he's still a bit freaked out from the whole shirtless fiasco. "But I'll agree on the good mechanic part. Must be a master at the trade to keep the ship in that condition."

Shameless complimenting, Dean, what are you trying to pull? He does let out a short laugh when she perks up at the mention of strawberries.

"Glad to know you're coming down here to spend time with the strawberries," Dean teases, settling back down again.

"Oh he can be sometimes." Like when crew members forget about certain rules and then get caught bigtime. Oh he's not the only one with that incident still on the brain. "I've heard that mechanic's got natural talent for it. 's that still mean they're a master or just real good at listenin' to the ship?"

Well whatever he's trying to pull he's at least securely on the right path with shameless complimenting. And strawberries.

"Ya mean to say there's other reasons to be headin' over?" she shoots back as she exits the house, blinking in the (sadly fake) sunlight.

Yeah, Dean's not going to forget the incident any time soon. But he can put it out of mind, for now. Dean chuckles. "Means both, in my humble opinion."

Kaylee's not exactly hard to please.

"Aw, I'm hurt," Dean says, mock-pouting. "Now you're gonna have to kiss it better."

"... shiny."

Not entirely. Dean happens to be hitting the right points often.

"That's it? Just a lil' kiss an' it's all better?" she asks as she walks all the way over to where Dean's made his own parking spot.

Because that's what Dean does best. This sort of thing comes natural to him.

Dean glances over to where she's coming from, grinning at her. He slips off the hood of the Impala and leans against the side instead, setting his beer to the side

"Mmm, maybe more. That was a pretty emotionally damaging comment, y'know," Dean jokes, holding out a hand to her, palm up.

Once she's there she turns her tablet off and slips it into one of the pockets on her cargo pants.

"'m so sorry. I didn't think it'd be so emotionally damagin'. 'm more'n willin' to do more to make up for it," she teases taking that offered hand of his.

Once her hand's in his, he pulls her to his chest and smirks down at her for a second before giving her a kiss, then pulls back slightly. His arms go around her waist, and for a moment, he feels oddly domestic.

"I bet." Dean replies. "Y'want a beer?"

She just goes with what he does since it gets her a kiss (and of course partially makes up for her oh so emotionally damaging comment). Also, she's not one to complain about being close to him.

"'course I do. Ya really don't ever gotta ask." Bring on the beer.

Alright, enough with the domestic. Dean is manly, and has no time for sap. Beer time. He slips out of the hold he had on Kaylee and heads to the cooler, scooping a beer out and handing it to her.

"I'll keep that in mind." And he picks up his own beer, sipping it and leaning back on the hood.

Of course Dean is. Kaylee gladly takes that beer, opens it and takes a good drink from it. Aaah. Just the thing after spending longer than necessary tidying up a kitchen to please a mother who's nowhere to be found.

She looks up to the sky. If she forgets what she's been told she can almost imagine it's all real.

"So what brings ya out here?"

Nothing like that on Dean's end. Just a good long day of absolutely nothing. Which half bothers him, because he really dislikes being sedentary for too long without something to keep his interest. Other than girls, which, admittedly, he has favorites, and his car, Dean's bored.

Coming out here was basically Dean's way of getting Kaylee's attention. He's not exactly afraid to wander into Serenity, but he is wary of Mal, since he's not alright with the idea of becoming swiss cheese.

Dean's sidelong glance and smirk says it all.

"Boredom. I'm itching for something to do," Dean says lightly. Like hunting. ~~Or Kaylee.~~

Ah. Boredom. That thing driving Kaylee to do things like stock a kitchen in a house that doesn't see many people at all, or attempt some of the more labor-intensive fixer-upper projects in the engine room using parts conveniently manufactured by a hatch. It's almost cheating in a way but that doesn't matter when a person's just so ... very ... bored.

Really now Dean. "An' ya drove out here so's I could do all the thinkin' on things to keep ya entertained? Weeelll. Sad to say 'm not hirin' ranch hands right now. Wrong season." Not to mention Taxon forgot to bring over the few horses and livestock her family has. ~~No protests about that as it'd at least de-boredify them for awhile.~~

Hey, it's more than Dean's been doing. When Dean is bored, bad things happen. Like the last time, for instance. Last time he was bored, he messed around with the hatches. Let's just say it's a good thing that Dean knows better than to shoot a bazooka randomly, or Taxon would have had an issue on it's hands.

With a snort, Dean leans over slightly to push her playfully. "You know you'd love the excuse to see me shirtless," Dean teases. "Here's hoping for a sudden weather change."

As he speaks, he's set his beer aside and is scratching at his hand, which still has the cast around it. It's hot. And itchy.

And Kaylee thought she was being sneaky and abusing the hatches to get a few more pricey parts. If only she knew.

"Shirtless an' workin' the land? I just might love seein' that. But I ain't gonna know for sure 'til we get some weather here."

As she drinks her beer she sees him scratching at ... what the heck is that? A giant hunk of plaster. Talk about ancient medical tech. She can't help but lean into him to get a better look at it.

"So how long do ya keep that on for? A couple more days?"

Dean snorts. That's true enough. Every day that he's been here, the weather has stayed sunny and mild. He'd never thought he'd actually want to see rain.

Ancient metal tech. Psh, it's a cast, thanks very much. Dean may not exactly like Dr. House, but hey, his hand was still usable, so he's alright with it.

"Hell, I don't know. Until it's fixed. I gotta go talk to Toby, see what he says about it." Dean shrugs, continuing to itch at it.

She figures manufactured rain would be a change from manufactured sun. Not too much different from the 'Verse really since all those planets only have the climates they do because that's how they were terraformed. Sigh.

It's archaic and nowhere near as efficient (and slim) as what they use in the 'Verse so yea, it's like seeing something in a museum. Only something that Dean's picking at.

"'s it all itchy inside?" She watches him for a bit longer. "Bet I could find somethin' ya could stick in there to scratch better."

See, Dean would do just about anything to see a weather change. It'd make things feel like home. Which, again, he'd never thought he'd actually want to go back to. He likes it here, but he's got all sorts of things to worry about while he's idling around.

Dean flashes Kaylee a grin, though. Girl after his own heart, telling him she had something to fix the itch rather than telling him to stop altogether.

"Yeah? Like what?" He asks, sliding over to where she's standing.

Now why would she tell him to stop unless it was to do something else with that non-injured hand of his? Telling him to stop might make him feel more itchy and that's not too nice.

"Weeeelll-" She reaches over and gently picks up his injured hand. She's most interested in the space there is between cast and skin.

"I might have some scrap metal that could be worked thin 'nuff to slide in here. It wouldn't hurt none if the edges were smoothed." Ta da. Hand scratcher thing idea.

"An' if that don't work ya could always stick a knife in there, but that won't go as far." Butter knife obviously.

Because apparently you're not supposed to itch these sorts of things. It 'agitates the condition', or so Sam always said. Not that it ever stopped Dean, especially after Sam told him not to.

When Kaylee picks up his hand and looks it over, Dean looks bemused. It's like she's looking at a science project, or like she's looking at the engine of his car. Like it's a brand new piece for Serenity that she's examining.

"See, that's usually what I end up doing, with the knife, but either Sam chews me out and says it's gonna get infected, or I cut myself on accident," Dean explains. Butter knife might be obvious to Kaylee, but Dean doesn't exactly see knives in the same way.

Well Kaylee's not a doctor or anything and if it itches you scratch it. Unless that move will obviously get something infected. Or someone yells to stop it.

She is examining it because this is something she could fix. Well, not the broken hand part but the difficulty with scratching in that cast.

"Then ya should use a different knife." She takes one final look - and mental measurement - before letting go of his hand. "But I still think it'd be better to see if I got any scrap that's the right size. 's your hand." So pick.

In all honestly, Dean just wants the cast off. He's never been a fan of them in the first place, since it usually limits what he can do (though he tries to do those things anyway). But broken limbs are common in his line of work. He can't remember how many times he's broken his wrist.

"Don't got any different knives. And diners don't exactly like it when you use their knives to scratch," Dean says, raising an eyebrow. "Scrap metal works. Don't go out of your way, though, I'm a big boy. I can handle the itch."

"It ain't no trouble at all. An' I'm not gonna be walkin' all 'round Taxon to get ya it. Shed's just over there." She points behind her to the building near the house. 'Shed' is a bit of an understatement but it's clearly a workspace.

She adds in as an afterthought. "Don't gotta tell me you're a big boy." She knows.

"Yeah, alright. Metal's good, then," Dean agrees, itching idly at the skin. It's slightly red, but he's ignoring that. "I'll go look around in there later, if you've got no problem with it."

Pause, and Dean glances at Kaylee, smirking. "Guess not, huh?" He knows she knows.

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