Deb's eyes widen slightly, but ultimately, she's not that surprised. "I fuckin' bet," she says, then grins slightly. "I don't know how prepared you can be for body swapping, but I'll do my best."
"I guess you'll just have to," Deb agrees. She's still cherishing the picture in her head of Sonny with mouse ears, though. Just so we're clear.
Well, Sonny may not be great at expressing feelings, but Dexter's emotionally stunted enough that he's frequently not even sure what feelings he's supposed to have at what time. So Sonny's winning this one!
Also, Sonny's not a sociopath. Bonus points.
Deb snorts. "I'll take it into consideration if I ever get tired of monsters and crazy people." Arguably, she's already tired of both of these things, but something tells her writing letters to the Rift wouldn't be as fulfilling.
She stops when he stops, giving him another quick grin. "That's me," she says. "Full of confidence in our social skills."
Her eyes are focused over Sonny's shoulder as he speaks, looking at the way the ball is just floating over something. It's a little unreal, still, but then she meets Sonny's eyes again and nods once.
"Yeah, okay," she says quietly. Another time, she might have protested, but it's not like she knows a thing about explosives, especially Rift-powered ones. Sonny clearly has the edge, here. "I know I don't have to tell you to be careful, but - fuckin' seriously."
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"I guess you'll just have to," Deb agrees. She's still cherishing the picture in her head of Sonny with mouse ears, though. Just so we're clear.
Well, Sonny may not be great at expressing feelings, but Dexter's emotionally stunted enough that he's frequently not even sure what feelings he's supposed to have at what time. So Sonny's winning this one!
Also, Sonny's not a sociopath. Bonus points.
Deb snorts. "I'll take it into consideration if I ever get tired of monsters and crazy people." Arguably, she's already tired of both of these things, but something tells her writing letters to the Rift wouldn't be as fulfilling.
She stops when he stops, giving him another quick grin. "That's me," she says. "Full of confidence in our social skills."
Her eyes are focused over Sonny's shoulder as he speaks, looking at the way the ball is just floating over something. It's a little unreal, still, but then she meets Sonny's eyes again and nods once.
"Yeah, okay," she says quietly. Another time, she might have protested, but it's not like she knows a thing about explosives, especially Rift-powered ones. Sonny clearly has the edge, here. "I know I don't have to tell you to be careful, but - fuckin' seriously."