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[mattersverymuch]

-- Oxford Circus. Join me.

[He starts without explanation, because the person he's addressing knows exactly who she is, and then laughs.]

Have you ever played with pigeons? Slower, messier. Rats are quicker and cleverer but have the disadvantage of short legs and no wings. Although I imagine they'd make things more interesting regardless. Rats generally do.

Would never have let that happen. That's why pigeons are second choice. You're welcome, by the way. Again. It was a lovely few days. Practically a holiday. Even though I nearly got injured.

[private: dean]

You deserved that, retroactively.

[private: castiel]

[pleasantly:] In the future, find an alternate solution.


( ooc; mornington crescent. and though he's inviting iris in specifically, he left it open so that a) people familiar could try to beat him and b) people unfamiliar could ask about it. fair warning: he knows a lot more stations than you do. )

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[ Private : Video ]

[mattersverymuch]

[A sharp look, sharp of teeth and eye, and smug, too. There is some level of shared understanding here.]

There are different kinds of predators. They aren't all loud.

[ Private : Video ]

[surfaceshine]

[It's the kind of understanding that doesn't bear speaking of directly. The Marquis looks at him like that, Dean meets it with a bulletproof smirk, and that's all there will ever be.

The hunter considers replying to that, but there's really only one more thing to say, isn't there? He touches two fingers to his temple, flicks them out lazily in a sloppy, mocking salute, the smirk as unwavering as hie eyes on the Marquis'.]

See you around, Sunshine.