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[ladybirdcrap]

Rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin raaawhiiiiiiiiide move em on head em up move em on head em up rawhide! Cut em out, ride em in, cut em out, ride em in, rawhide

[Mission: you're still on the road. are you hungry yet. tired? too bad.]

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[rhymeswithdesign]

[yeah as nice as it was to chat about bo's relationship problems and species whilst pressed up against her for five hours, once he realized they'd managed to steal another wagon he was back on the wagon like immediately.]

[leaning out the back and smoking.]

[dices]

[ leaning against something solid, arm over it with his face half on his shoulder. looks at him and shakes his head ]

With all that we walk, you should really quit, man.

[rhymeswithdesign]

You're probably right.

[he's definitely right, but since when has constantine cared?

oh well. pitches the rest out the back onto a nice dry brown clump of brush. slides back inside and leans against the side.]

[eyebrows at retreating clara. sorry not sorry.]

[dices]

[ do you have to be so descriptive.

watches clara crawl away and stretches his back with a groan ]

Not a fan of horse either, uh?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[lung yoghurt.]

I'm really more of a city person.

[vast understatement. this place really sucks. even the cities are either medieval or trigger-happy.]

[dices]

[ THAT'S THE MOST DISGUSTING DESCRIPTION. ]

I think at least 90% of us are more city people.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Maybe this is hell, then.

[that's a joke. as dry as the bush he just maybe set on fire. rolls his neck to get some of the kinks out from contorting himself out the back of the wagon.]

Or at the very least some kind of purgatory.

[sawedoff]

[can u not]

[dices]

[ don't let dean hear you i guess
laughs a little at his joke and pulls his knees up to rest his elbows on them ]

At this point, I just stopped trying to make sense out of all of this.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[not even going to pretend to be sorry dean.]

Seems like the option safest for mental health, doesn't it? Put our hands over our ears and hope to make it through in one piece.

[or give up and homestead. that's an option, too. he supposes. frowns out the back of the wagon at the desert rolling past.]

[dices]

[ rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. he would answer but the sudden stop makes him groan and steady himself ]

The hell?

[ gon peek out ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

I hope not.

[let's go see.]