ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 ⠀𝗈𝖿 ⠀* ⠀𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀sounds familiar ... you ⠀⠀⠀touched any, ugh, odd ⠀⠀⠀lookin' key rings, sammy? ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀"whatcha doin' sammy?" dean ⠀⠀⠀plops down beside her with ⠀⠀⠀absolutely no grace, his digits ⠀⠀⠀stained with sauce from the ⠀⠀⠀bowl of chilli cheese fries. "ya ⠀⠀⠀want some?" ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀hmm. they could always ⠀⠀⠀add something ... fun to ⠀⠀⠀the mix. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀( he doesn't mind biting ) ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀/ go give her a follow !! ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀wake him up when there is a ⠀⠀⠀case worth workin’. a hat lays ⠀⠀⠀low across his brow, arms ⠀⠀⠀perched behind his head in a ⠀⠀⠀makeshift pillow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀/ plots? interactions? i ⠀⠀⠀swear i don’t bite 🤲🏻 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀it's difficult to bite back ⠀⠀⠀his smile, head dipping ⠀⠀⠀bashfully as the weight ⠀⠀⠀of her gaze is felt. "now ⠀⠀⠀just because i'm lettin' ⠀⠀⠀you drive baby doesn't ⠀⠀⠀mean you we drive like ⠀⠀⠀we're on grand circuit." ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀"you are pretty close up ⠀⠀⠀there with pie." and that ⠀⠀⠀isn't a lie. they are both ⠀⠀⠀* aware of his feelings ⠀⠀⠀towards her, the stable ⠀⠀⠀gravitation. "you want a ⠀⠀⠀drink?" lips bloom with ⠀⠀⠀a luminous simper. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀"you've earned it." dean's ⠀⠀⠀timbre drips in sincerity, ⠀⠀⠀the smile which perches ⠀⠀⠀upon his lips for jo and ⠀⠀⠀only jo. "really." an arm ⠀⠀⠀drapes across the seat, ⠀⠀⠀"where are we going, ⠀⠀⠀good-lookin'?" ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀and what type is that? ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀pen wears the assault of ⠀⠀⠀his teeth, an application ⠀⠀⠀for a card disregarded on ⠀⠀⠀the table. in his hands is ⠀⠀⠀a newspaper, the strange ⠀⠀⠀story of recent killings ⠀⠀⠀capturing his attention. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀"what can i say, i got me ⠀⠀⠀an awfully special talent." ⠀⠀⠀stained rag is still within ⠀⠀⠀his grasp, notice delayed ⠀⠀⠀as jo's presence renders ⠀⠀⠀him distracted. "i'm sorry." ⠀⠀⠀a space to sit is made. ⠀⠀⠀"sit." ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ / i have two final term exams ⠀⠀⠀over the next two days. my ⠀⠀⠀presence will probably be low ⠀

pandy.⠀ I miss being here :(