forget your lust for the rich man's gold

[ruinously]

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester ruinously, Raleigh Becket unbreachable, and YOU
LOCATION: All over the station
DATE: Post mission
CONTENT: Catchall stuff for April!
WARNINGS: Mentions of hell, PTSD, radiation sickness, cancer, death. Will notify in subject lines@



prompts will go below in the comments! hmu at pincurls if you want something specific, or just throw some spaghetti at the wall and we'll see what sticks.

Comments

[krazed]

By the sounds of things, you need a lot more than your shoulders done. You're too young to have popcorn bones.

[Harley holds out the nail polish with a wicked grin and takes up a spot on Dean's bed facing him. The notes and drawings, that much is interesting and she passes the journal a casual glance on her way to getting nice and comfortable.]

Steady hands, if you can draw and write in that big leather-bound book you can paint my nails. Or... I could paint your nails and you could do my shoulders?

[ruinously]

Tell me about it. I feel like an old man.

[ He takes the polish and sets the journal aside, pulling his legs up to sit cross legged, reaching for her hand. ]

Definitely not. Gimme your hand.

[krazed]

Well, you might feel that old but you don't look that old? If it helps.

[Harley's not quite sure where she'd guess Dean's age at but she knows from hanging out with him on a mission and at the station that besides drinking like a fish and having bad joints he's as sturdy as they come.

A hand she does give! It's nice to have the help, not that she has any problem painting her own but getting serviced does wonder for the psyche.]

So, we're gonna have to let these bad boys dry before I can pony up on my part of the deal. Wanna tell me more about your journaling, or should we talk about the weather? [The non-existent space station weather.]