sixth; [visual]; LOCKED TO THOSE HE KNOWS KNOW ABOUT HIS GIFT

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

When the tablet comes on, it comes on to show Toby looking a bit uneasy and tired.

"Hey," he begins, looking like he's thinking about how to word what he's going to say. "Listen... not that there's any doubt that these new people aren't normal, but it might be good to know... they don't have a single thought in their heads. None, it's like... there's just nothing. I mean, this has happened before, but this... this is different. You know, with some people it's a brick wall, but with these guys it's like an empty hole or a blank space."

He sighs, unsettled.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm beyond creeped out by now."

((ooc: FEARLESS LEADERS, I ASSUMED THIS FROM OUR CONVERSATION. If I screwed up, break glass for mallet, use at will.))

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, him," Dean gives a snort. "Destroy me socially. That's hilarious."

Also, points, Toby, for getting who Dean was talking about right off the bat.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Hey, Toby's perceptive even without the telepathy. He thinks he might know what type of people would make Dean's 'douchebag' list.

"I didn't get to talk to him. Seems... uh. Interesting."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean looks kind of sulky.

"He called me a dumbass." In so many words. Dean's summarizing.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

He's trying not to look amused by this. Seriously. So he settles on a look of mild shock that is totally inappropriate for this situation, just like he would with Oz. Because really, Dean.

"I'm so sorry."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Sam does this often to Dean, so Dean just gives Toby a flat look and resists the urge to make a face at him.

"Oh, shut up."