15th Message - [video post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie is crouched in he dark. A small amount of light filtering in from somewhere behind her device, which she is holding shakily in one hand. She is also wearing a pair of over-sized glasses and grinning like a maniac.]

Shhh! It's almost waking up time!

[she gives a perfectly evil look and clicks off her device

Comments

[immortaltwat]

What the fuck are you doing?

[Because no one gets to troll the troll. Except we both know she probably will later, anyway.]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Most innocent face]

Hi.

[immortaltwat]

Hi.

What's with the glasses?

[dulcisnuntius]

You don't like them?

Action;

[dude_imbatman]

[Dean wakes up late because clearly he was up late last night at the strip club on top of a roof drinking. He's wearing his boxers because he can't find his jeans. Shut up. It's a thing. He thinks they were stolen Or maybe he just can't remember where he took them off. So, he's wearing his boxers and he opens his closet door, bleary, hair mussed, hangover and generally not a morning waking up person. He reaches for a tee shirt when he sees someone in the closet. Immediately he's awake and reaching for the loaded gun on the top shelf. Even half asleep and hung over, Dean's a steady hand. He doesn't realize yet that it's Dulcie.]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie freezes, a deer-in-headlights expression on her face. She's leaning over, her face around where the keyhole in the closet door would be. She's also clutching Dean's jeans.]

Hi.

[dude_imbatman]

[What the...

He lowers the gun, clicks the safety back on and puts it back on the shelf]

Jesus friggin holy christ, Dulcie. What the hell are you doing?

[dulcisnuntius]

[She continues with the wide-eyed awkward stare.]

You know you're really pretty when you're sleeping.