[ Dean stands there for a beat, blinking again, slowly dragging a hand down his face like he's trying to process what the hell just happened. He points wordlessly at the sad, exploded remains of his once proud dodgeball. RIP, dodgeball. ]
You're lucky we don’t have a detention tent, because you'd totally be in it.
[ Today, whenever Vax is out, Dean is FILLING his sleeping bag with glitter. How very DARE. ]
Super rude.
[ He crouches to pick up the deflated remains, holding it like Simba in The Lion King. ]
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You're lucky we don’t have a detention tent, because you'd totally be in it.
[ Today, whenever Vax is out, Dean is FILLING his sleeping bag with glitter. How very DARE. ]
Super rude.
[ He crouches to pick up the deflated remains, holding it like Simba in The Lion King. ]
He had a name, you know.