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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Dean glanced down at the bright green shorts he wore and laughed, stumbling back a step or two as he did. He was not going to fall over, not going to fall over, no. Nope! His arms pinwheeled a bit but he kept his feet and he laughed again, his sides beginning to ache from all of the laughter. "They are pretty nifty, aren't they?" he asked and then another volley of laughter hit him. "Did I just say nifty?"

He struggled to get his boots off, kicking them aside and then stepped one foot into the leather pants before realizing that he would never be able to pull them up over the boxers. "You might need to turn around for this, Tonks," he said, half-apologetically and half-amusedly because he thought just then that he might take down his boxers with her watching if she refused to turn around.

Which was when he saw the octopus tentacle snaking out from her hair as she mused over the meaning of the word "octopus." It caught him so off guard that his toes caught in a belt loop as he tugged up and laughed. Suddenly he was collapsing backward onto the floor again in a puddle of giggles.

"Oh good grief!" he chuckled, rolling a bit. "Why does that make me want to eat a big platter of fried calamari? Come here." He tugged at the bottom edge of her pants, trying to get her nearer or perhaps topple onto him. What was he up to?