Who: F!cas and F!dean When: Afternoonish What: recon? Being a little shit? Chilling with his fearless leader? Where: around town Warnings: Tbd but probably mentions of drug use
Normally, back at the camp, what little free time he got was spent sharing his special meditation orgy's with those who enjoyed his presence. Or, barring that, rounding up the grunts and helping Dean hunt the croats. Not that it did much good, Luci seeming to make a ton more with every one of his creatures killed. This place, however? Not so much. Clutching the nearly empty bottle of pills in one hand, his grin hazy as he rattled it gently. "Chuckles definitely needs to get me more." He mumbled to himself, taking out a couple and easily tossing them back. The hazy feeling they brought him was more then adequate for the moment.
His drifting, unfocused, attention however caught sight of the stone faced hunter. Flashing him an equally hazy, but pleased, grin at the older males presence. "Whats wrong now, fearless one?" He questioned, pocketing his pills and drifting closer