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She HISSED, lips curling back in a snarl as she clenched her teeth, fist curling around the roll of gauze they had ready for once... whenever it was Dean would finish prying the sharp teeth out of her side. Maybe next time they would consider using a little bit more caution trying to pry a rotting corpse off of her while it still had its maw clamping her flesh. The bite was bad enough but feeling Dean have to dig around with tweezers was spurring on a whole new level of irritation. “Are you almost done?”
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hazel hues watch her older and only sibling closely, a needed distraction from the lore book sitting in her lap. she had to confess that she had been staring at the damned thing long enough to have made her go cross-eyed, almost. the silence transpiring between them was quite comfortable, an exchange of words not always as much necessary as they were welcomed. swallowing, she gingerly shut the book before setting it aside. part of her knew she probably should keep reading it, however, it was good to take a break - sometimes.
the last few months had played a pivotal role in the complication of dear Samantha’s life, not that it was not already terribly complex as is. at times, she wished oh so desperately that she could forget it all. as she stood, the brunette felt in her back pocket for her wallet, a couple twenties burning a hole there that she’d be more than willing to spend on a couple bottles of whiskey. “ --- hey, uh, Dean ... “
“ you wan’ ‘o make a run to the liquor store? “