[ A look that almost could be read as horror was returned.]
Sweet mother of Christ, it's not right at all! [ He turned because he couldn't even form words right now. He started down the steps.]
I'm fixin' this when we get back to the barge! You're gonna know proper music. God where's Dean when you need him. He'd know how to explain it all better. [ NO words slipped to rambling as he walked down the steps.]
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26/12/12 22:35 (UTC)Sweet mother of Christ, it's not right at all! [ He turned because he couldn't even form words right now. He started down the steps.]
I'm fixin' this when we get back to the barge! You're gonna know proper music. God where's Dean when you need him. He'd know how to explain it all better. [ NO words slipped to rambling as he walked down the steps.]