Eighteenth Unused Utility Belt | Video

[hellofist]

[Oh hi barge. Cass is looking kind of... flummoxed? She's not really sure how to feel about this recent development, but here she is, ready to tell you about it.

She may or may not have some little yellow flowers in her hair, don't worry about those.]

Loki is gone. I don't... know if it's for good. But... he's gone now.

[Will the Admiral even pair them back up if he happens to return? She doesn't know. She doesn't really know if she wants that or not.]

I guess... more free time, now? [Why doesn't she look happy about that?] Don't know. Just wish... I'd done more, for him.

Don't know. That's all... I had to say.

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[hellofist]

[But Dean, she's never been to amusement parks or fairs.]

... Funnel cakes?

[surfaceshine]

Don't you give me that, just say yes.

[This is going to be heartbreaking isn't it.]

[hellofist]

[Heartbreaking? Them? Never.]

Where should we meet?

[surfaceshine]

Pool. We're gonna gorge on greasy, sugary goodness, and then I'm gonna teach you to cannonball like a boss.

[hellofist]

I'll watch you. Don't like the chlorine. Lakes in CES are best.

[surfaceshine]

[Yeah Dean has a minor problem with the CES, but she's the only one that would know it by his seamless reply.]

But what if there isn't a lake? What if it's sand? You can't cannonball in sand. Not more than once, anyway.

[hellofist]

[So no CES then.]

Meet you at pool.

[surfaceshine]

[As long as there aren't any dogs in it, he's cool.]

Bring your appetite. I ain't eating all this alone.

[In the end he doesn't manage to procure funnel cakes - he's not even entirely sure how they're made, and neither is anyone else he asks, but he does manage to liberate a crop of very fine chocolate chip muffins that taste more like cupcakes to him. He's appropriated one of the tables in the pool area, and kicked his boots off because why not, leaving him in jeans and a t-shirt and lounging in a chair.

He's not actually hungry and he knows she's going to know that, but he can always eat, and he's a damn good bluffer anyway.]

[hellofist]

[She doesn't dress for the pool either. When Cass shows up it's in a hoodie and jeans, hands shoved in her pockets as she makes her way over. She still isn't sure what to do about Dean, about what happened with Cain, because it was something she had chosen to just shove down and bury over, ignore while he was gone.

Father's Day had come and gone and now she's just left feeling a little empty. She waves at Dean before sitting down across from him, but her boots stay on.]

Hi. Not swimming?

[surfaceshine]

Hey sweetheart.

[Dean finishes what he's doing on his communicator before dropping it onto the table next to him, sitting up from his boneless sprawl. His greeting and his smile for her are warm and sincere, anyway - he's not thinking about what happened with Cain. He doesn't even really associate it with her, because it had been his own issues getting out of hand that had opened the door for it. That and forgetting that no matter how cooperative Cain's been, he's still got Dean beaten for combat skills hands down.

Not that it would make much of a difference if he did remember that, but there it is.]

One thing at a time. Food first, we'll see where we're at after that.

Ain't seen you since I got back, and the pool's always here.

[hellofist]

[Food first, he says, and she nods. She reaches out for one of the muffins and picks a chocolate chip out of it, eyes on her hands as she tries to figure out what she wants to say.]

I can't swim. [She frowns, shakes her head.] No, can swim, but... don't, in here. No suit.

[surfaceshine]

You kiddin' me? All that spandex in your family and none of you have suits?

[He's teasing, trying to get the frown off her face. He doesn't like it. He never has. Dean picks up a muffin himself, but he's watching her instead.]

It's alright. All I have are boxers, anyway, and I save that for a special occasion. We'll just pig out up here then.

[hellofist]

[This is dumb and she doesn't like it. In favor of fixing this, making things go back to normal between them, she decides to do what any good sister-figure would do to their brother-figure.

Torture them.]

I just go naked.

[Not even a lie, either.]

[surfaceshine]

[Well, it works. Dean nearly chokes on the muffin he just took a bite of, crumbs spraying before he can slap a hand over his mouth to avoid it. Coughing, he puts the rest of the muffin down, and shakes his head at her quickly.]

Jesus - warn a guy!

And don't do that. Around me. Ever. Christ.

[hellofist]

[While he coughs, she just laughs and waits for him to catch his breath. She does keep a close eye out to make sure he doesn't choke but once he's in the clear, she can't stop grinning. Best prank.]

Wouldn't, don't worry.

[For a reason he probably isn't thinking of just now. She does her best not to bring attention to the reason she covers up so much.]

Gonna live?