[ dean manages to hold on to all the things she shoves into his arms quite gracefully (as in, only a few threaten to fall on the floor, which he prevents), and turns to watch her invade his home. a sigh later, he nudged the door shut and then follows after her with a cautious expression.
he hadn't asked for anything... ]
I'm not puttin' on anything weird.
[ he huffs, dumping the pile in his arms onto the bed next to her. it's odd to see her in here, too, after everything. but dean forces himself not to comment. no need to ruin the... mood, or whatever this is. instead his eyes are back on the items. ]
Ain't the idea just that you pick whatever's the brightest and sparkliest?
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he hadn't asked for anything... ]
I'm not puttin' on anything weird.
[ he huffs, dumping the pile in his arms onto the bed next to her. it's odd to see her in here, too, after everything. but dean forces himself not to comment. no need to ruin the... mood, or whatever this is. instead his eyes are back on the items. ]
Ain't the idea just that you pick whatever's the brightest and sparkliest?
[ #heknowsfashion ]