(ship mingle) your mom's chest hair!!

[nextlineis]

Who: the crew of the caprine + you
Broadcast: optional; check out the top-levels
Action: on the caprine (& the yuck moon below)
When: throughout the month of april

[next you'll say, "a caprine mingle log!? just what i was waiting for!"]

Comments

[kickingand]

[ Dean is somewhat sure he isn't bugging anyone. Which is to say, he has no idea as to whether or not he may be, and hasn't really stopped to think about it. But he has bad habits ingrained from five years of needing to be awake at all times for convenience's sake. While there might be the possibility of sleeping like a normal human with no imminent threat hanging about his head, it's really pretty damn hard to shut that part of his mind up. He'd apologize for it if he could. Really he... no, okay, he probably wouldn't.

But yeah, that sure is a pillow coming straight for his head. Dean only flinches sort of halfway, but manages to grab the thing somewhere between mid air and colliding with his face. He stuffs it under his arm and stares through the dim light, eyebrows raised. ]

Keeping you up? [ Ya think, Dean? ]

[nextlineis]

That's not a serious question is it?

[Joseph has to reach out and pull Cloudy back into the bed beside him because she's about to hop down. Where she might want to go is anyone's guess, but Joseph doesn't feel like having to wrangle his dog on top of everything else. He pulls her into his lap and rubs at both her cheeks with his hands.]

If you can't sleep, at least go somewhere else to do that.

[kickingand]

You kicking me out?

[ That's actually a legit question, and Dean, for all kinds of intents and purposes, tosses back the pillow. He's not actually looking for a fight right at this moment, nor an argument, but he's willing to concede the point that he's not being a particularly convenient person to keep around. Even so, he doesn't feel like dragging his ass out of here, but he'll do it if it's... expected of him. He understands group dynamics, at least. ]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph catches the pillow and sets it back down where it should go without looking behind himself.]

Into the hall, at least. Unless you can be quiet and just lay there until morning.