Deb, this is a picture that the world will now get to cherish because you thought it up first. The narration bows to you in thanks.
Oh, Dexter. The narration really needs to get a hold of this canon and check this out, because she would probably love it to a ridiculous amount.
This summer! It will go on her list of tv shows and movies to check out while there's all that time to do so. :)
"You're not already tired of those things? I'm thinking three months after I came into Chicago, I was tired of that shit and that happened about ten years ago so." Yeah, writing letters to the Rift would be a good source of venting and a time waster but not much fulfillment exists there.
Sonny snorts this time, rolling his eyes but smirking. "Yeah, well. Somebody has to be." He really enjoys talking to Deb, but he has this lurking feeling that they may be too much for the average person in a store to handle.
...or the average person in the store may be too much for Sonny and Deb to be able to keep a grip on their sanity.
He looks at her and nods. "I fuckin' will," Sonny says with that smirk on his face still to keep it... as light as it possibly can be. It's not long that he's in there with the bomb, but he handles it for awhile without any imminent explosion and then walks back out with it. "Think I'll have to throw this over the pier later. Maybe it explodes if he dies or who the fuck knows but not taking chances with explosives."
It looks like a napkin holder but it was in fact the bomb, and it had been sitting inconspicuously on a table as though it were an ordinary object. If Sonny weren't concerned with it exploding, he would dissect it to see what made it tick, what was inside it. "Jesus," he mutters sticking it in a trash can next to the site. "I'll come back for it after we've... flexed our social skills."
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Oh, Dexter. The narration really needs to get a hold of this canon and check this out, because she would probably love it to a ridiculous amount.
This summer! It will go on her list of tv shows and movies to check out while there's all that time to do so.
:)"You're not already tired of those things? I'm thinking three months after I came into Chicago, I was tired of that shit and that happened about ten years ago so." Yeah, writing letters to the Rift would be a good source of venting and a time waster but not much fulfillment exists there.
Sonny snorts this time, rolling his eyes but smirking. "Yeah, well. Somebody has to be." He really enjoys talking to Deb, but he has this lurking feeling that they may be too much for the average person in a store to handle.
...or the average person in the store may be too much for Sonny and Deb to be able to keep a grip on their sanity.
He looks at her and nods. "I fuckin' will," Sonny says with that smirk on his face still to keep it... as light as it possibly can be. It's not long that he's in there with the bomb, but he handles it for awhile without any imminent explosion and then walks back out with it. "Think I'll have to throw this over the pier later. Maybe it explodes if he dies or who the fuck knows but not taking chances with explosives."
It looks like a napkin holder but it was in fact the bomb, and it had been sitting inconspicuously on a table as though it were an ordinary object. If Sonny weren't concerned with it exploding, he would dissect it to see what made it tick, what was inside it. "Jesus," he mutters sticking it in a trash can next to the site. "I'll come back for it after we've... flexed our social skills."