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// DMs are open to SL plotting and Mentions are open for improv. Please exercise your right to proper grammar.

~peeks my head out hesitantly, wondering if it’s worth coming back out~

“Shut up, ya bitch. You’re not a shitty anything.”

// Bedtime. 🙄 This girl's got work tomorrow and morning comes all too fast.

Unaware that I was being listened to, I leaned back against the tree I'd settled under and let myself drift as I played. I'd always loved this song. It was the first one I'd learned to play, and whenever I played just for the feel of playing, it was always this song.

I close my eyes as I find a rhythm with the guitar, the random melody taking form as House of the Rising Sun.

Settles on the Tl with a guitar in my lap, strumming absently as I look around.

"Y'know the funny thing? I don't remember any of those Tuesdays, but I /still/ can't touch tacos without getting sick."

"He might be a pain in my ass most of the time, but I don't know what I'd do without my brother."

// Saw the news about John so I'm rewatching the series. I stopped on the episode where they punted Lucy downstairs with that egg thing and Cas lost track of the pregnant chick. I'm not looking forward to watching past that. Seeing Crowley is painful now.

"Me trying to look innocent after I've pulled some dumb shit."

// For the record, I have not forgotten you guys. I know I owe replies and I’ll be back soon. RL took a turn and I’m in the middle of moving and changing jobs. So bear with me please.