( Fifteenth century earns the stranger a squint, as though that's the first moment this conversation's gotten weird. What the hell-
No time to dwell, though, because the excitable man carries on quite passionately about the bits, and Dean holds his hands up in a passive sort of surrender. With a scoff: )
Obviously the bits.
( You gotta have the bits. If it doesn't have the bits, does it even count?? Hell no, if you ask him.
Anyway, enough about constellation potato soup. There's something faintly wry, something a little knowing in his expression as he studies the man more seriously. It's a soft, very tired look — the kind men wear when they feel old, when they've seen things. )
Not really a weapons guy, huh?
( That's the kind of opinion a man forms in either one of two cases: he hasn't been exposed to them enough, or he's been exposed to them way too much. )
apologies for the delay! i've been down with the rona
No time to dwell, though, because the excitable man carries on quite passionately about the bits, and Dean holds his hands up in a passive sort of surrender. With a scoff: )
Obviously the bits.
( You gotta have the bits. If it doesn't have the bits, does it even count?? Hell no, if you ask him.
Anyway, enough about constellation potato soup. There's something faintly wry, something a little knowing in his expression as he studies the man more seriously. It's a soft, very tired look — the kind men wear when they feel old, when they've seen things. )
Not really a weapons guy, huh?
( That's the kind of opinion a man forms in either one of two cases: he hasn't been exposed to them enough, or he's been exposed to them way too much. )