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Tinker Bell (tink_says) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Aw, Dean, you're the best for saying such nice, sweet things about me!" She giggled loudly, hugging him tightly. He was one of the best people that she knew. It always seemed that he was able to cheer her up, make her smile, and make things less boring. Seeing him first thing in the morning was wonderful, and she was glad that he'd decided to come all this way even though he was supposed to be way off in the middle of nowhere.

Looking to Kaylee, Tink smiled. This did not seem to be one of those evil, wicked, antagonistic girls. She was polite enough. Her accent was a little strange, though. She'd have to ask somebody, later and more politely, why anybody would talk like that. "Sure, I can put clothes on. That's not a problem." She ducked behind one of the clothing racks near her sleeping place and hummed, softly, as she slipped on the ugly white dress that she'd ripped into something a bit more acceptable. Popping out fully dressed, which was still rather short, though it definitely covered all that it needed to, she giggled. "Remember this, Dean? I wore it when we met for the first time. That was great fun."

"What's a Special Hell?" she asked, yawning and stretching. She slid her fingers through her hair. She'd never even heard of regular hell, so a special one was doubly puzzling.

"It's nice to meet you, Kaylee. River was nice to me, so you must be a nice person as well. Any friend of a friend tends to be my friend, unless they're that nasty Wendy. She's just irritating and unnecessary." Nodding, she smiled. A good day all around. "My name is Tinker Bell, but you can..."

Her voice trailed off when she noticed that Dean was no longer paying attention to her. She frowned, arms crossing over her chest. It usually wasn't good when Tink was able to make herself completely silent. Huffing slightly, she turned, moving to arrange things. The Watanuki wouldn't like everything all mussed up.