Red Fish Pond

[mortalcoil]

Who: Anyone aboard the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: Probably Not
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Through the end of May

[as usual, all is friendly smiles and laughs on the most lovable ship in the fleet!]

Comments

[kickingand]

[ Dean isn't quite sure what to make of the food that's plopped in front of him. Not in a bad way, simply in a - does this really exist? kind of way. He's not entirely inept when it comes to cooking (he used to be a mean grill master), no, but he simply doesn't think of doing it much anymore. Food was something that went to everyone else first, and now-- Now he's not entirely sure what to make of it.

Still, he dives in for a couple of seconds, at least until the commentary arrives and he glances back up, his stare lingering while he mulls over a reply. ]

No hair of the dog?

[theboogieman]

[what, like, eye of newt? toe of frog? his eyes narrow and his gaze diverts as he tries to decide whether or not he has any idea what Dean is referring to.

...and he doesn't. versed as he is in old-timey turn of phrase, he doesn't get out that often. ends up shaking his head.]

S'that mean.

[said with the same gravelly monotone as everything, of course.]

[kickingand]

[ Oh. Well, shit. Dean figured he was somehow going to get away with that one, his own bitter tinge of humor now meaning by far less when it's not even understood. Like telling a joke only to have someone not understand the punch line.

He's not even entirely sure he should explain it, something he portrays by plowing through a few more bites before he finally returns to attention again.

Okay, okay-- ]

Drinking to cure a hangover.

[ Although, he isn't going to outright admit that it wasn't completely sarcasm. Sort of. ] Works better than an advil.

[theboogieman]

Oh.

[dense as he is, the awkward pause is not lost on him. he knows plenty about hangovers. he doesn't know much about normal turn-of-phrase, doesn't know if it's weird that he didn't get that one. that's the insecurity, right on cue--his own otherness reminds him that he's a guy wearing a skull on his face and not someone who should be having normal conversations with normal people.

still, he gives a sharp little nod of understanding, shovels another bite into his face. maybe it's foolish optimism, but he keeps going.]

Think you'd just pickle yourself.

[he smirks, which is kind of a scary look under the painted-on teeth.]

Besides, won't help the smell any.

[kickingand]

[ He's not clueless to it. He's not. That he's talking to a guy that looks like a Voodoo practitioner. But he's been yelled at enough times now about giving people a chance that he's attempting to not say a word. That's not to say that he isn't being internally judgemental, but hey- he's trying to behave in a way that won't make Cas punch him when he wakes up.

Priorities.

... and who's saying he hasn't pickled himself already, scary smirk or not.

But yeah, okay- he smells like ass. He gets it. He would like to point out here that everyone smelled like ass back home, which means that everyone stopped smelling it eventually, but that would require he up the conversational ante. Which isn't going to happen. At least not yet. ]

Could be worse.

[ at least he hasn't rolled in dirt and dead Croat's, that's a plus right?! ]

[theboogieman]

Not on this ship.

[he probably breaks some unspoken rule of conversation to reach forward and clap Dean on the shoulder. thankfully, that's also his cue to turn around and start leaving.

though he at least goes to make sure that the stove is off, first. a kitchen fire would be too stupid to let himself live through.]

[kickingand]

[ There are just all sorts of surprises to be had in this conversation and Dean stills considerably at the clap to the shoulder. If only because most people don't get close enough to even consider touching him; he's by far more used to people giving him a wide berth. Putting him on a pedestal. And Dean let's it be just so he can be held at a distance.

But he'll allow it because the guy's on his way out, not commenting on it specifically. ]

I'll get on it.