shoulders rolling in that familiar walk, like a cowboy who learned how to stand upright by studying bears in motion. Perfect description. I was noticing that again last night. Dean moves kind of gracelessly, like he's musclebound. It's kind of odd.
Well, come on, little man," Dean says that summer, grinning even though by that time he's got to look up to do it. "Are we going to fight or are you just going to stand there and grow?" Heh! And just so Dean.
He spits and the copper in it tastes like heaven. Ooh, this twist of loving it too much. He betrays himself here.
I love, somehow, that he's irresistably drawn into this brawl because he secretly likes the battling, and misses it. And he still came out on top, too.
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shoulders rolling in that familiar walk, like a cowboy who learned how to stand upright by studying bears in motion.
Perfect description. I was noticing that again last night. Dean moves kind of gracelessly, like he's musclebound. It's kind of odd.
Well, come on, little man," Dean says that summer, grinning even though by that time he's got to look up to do it. "Are we going to fight or are you just going to stand there and grow?"
Heh! And just so Dean.
He spits and the copper in it tastes like heaven.
Ooh, this twist of loving it too much. He betrays himself here.
I love, somehow, that he's irresistably drawn into this brawl because he secretly likes the battling, and misses it. And he still came out on top, too.