[ Gross. Blake has seen plenty in his lifetime, things gruesome and unkind, but there's something wholly unsettling about staring into the dead eyes of a totally foreign monster. He has to wonder if Dean's more vicious or more clever. Something about this tête-à-tête doesn't make Blake all that eager to find out. ]
Yeah, well, uh. Nice job, I guess...
[ Which he doesn't mean but says anyway as he disengages to survey the damage to his clothes. He wants to ask about the hide, about the meat, whether it's edible or if this creature was just something hunted down because it's bad for the landscape. Where Dean presented a helpful air before, now he seems almost... detached. Enough so to make Blake skittish.
He frets the rag, frowns and almost walks away. He wants to go but his feet won't move until he whets his curiosity. Something doesn't feel right. ]
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Yeah, well, uh. Nice job, I guess...
[ Which he doesn't mean but says anyway as he disengages to survey the damage to his clothes. He wants to ask about the hide, about the meat, whether it's edible or if this creature was just something hunted down because it's bad for the landscape. Where Dean presented a helpful air before, now he seems almost... detached. Enough so to make Blake skittish.
He frets the rag, frowns and almost walks away. He wants to go but his feet won't move until he whets his curiosity. Something doesn't feel right. ]
You're good, then?