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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Dean laughed easily when she mentioned piano playing and painting. She wasn't too off the mark with painting as he did draw. Or rather doodle. But that wasn't all that important in the scheme of things. He'd rather be able to continue hunting and fighting and well, of course, touching. With that thought, he momentarily indulged in the idea of touching more of her than he already had. Made him grin mischievously before clearing his throat and re-focusing.

"Right. Wouldn't want a guilty conscience to stop you from making out with me sometimes. I mean, since you're not really 12 years old." He chuckled as he thought about her "over 14" mouth and other tidbits from the journals. Maybe their witty interactions were what really fueled his coming here instead of pulling the damned splinters out himself and the fact that she'd been on his mind a lot.

"I can provide you with a greater opportunity for checking out and more when you're finished with my hands," he answered suggestively. His smile was short-lived as she began dislodging the wood from his palms. It smarted and he winced with each pluck of her tweezers.

"Yeah, my face." He took in a hissing breath but his hand never jerked, he held it perfectly still. "This one time, at band camp," he started and half chuckled and winced. "Got into a tangle with a dude twice my size and ended up face down on a wooden deck. Took forever for the medic to get all the splinters out. Not sure I don't still have some under my hair."