♕ douze; [text] (4TH WALL EVENT POST)(backtag-friendly forever)

[crotchroses]

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I do not have enough cigarettes for this. Mon Dieu.

For once can I have a good sleep? Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is!

[ooc: YEAH FOURTH WALL. Backtag friendly like the title says, especially 'cause I'm semi-outta commission from my surgery and I know y'all are busy.

Francis is in his apartment (dressed) and cooking. Have at it! C: ]

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[Action?? if you don't mind] And cause I'm horrible to Dean

[travelin-on.livejournal.com]

Afraid that's common place after the apocalypse smacks the world.

[Looking around. Pretty confused.]

Is this your apartment?

IT'S ALL GOOD BRO ahahaha yessss always need more Winchester in my life

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Oui! It is! The apocalypse? Non, not at all. Not at home, I should hope. Perhaps for this place but eh, whatever.

So are you going to give me your name or will you keep standing there looking high?

Everyone needs a little winchester in their life

[travelin-on.livejournal.com]

[High? Did he really? Though that uh food did smell pretty damn good. Nothing like fresh baked bread. It's too bad that wasn't a pie though.]

Oh, Jerry, [He offered the man his hand for a shake.] Jerry Lewis.

Sorry to just uh... drop in here unannounced and all.

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

No offense, but you're parents weren't that creative, monsieur.

Sit, I'll fetch you some bread. If you are going to be here, it will be the best food you will have in months, so you may as well enjoy it before it's eaten. Sit, sit!



Worry not about the trespassing, it's not like I really want to live here anyway. I want to return home.

Coffee? The local swill that passes for alcohol? Both?

--Ah my apologies! I am the French Republic--non, I am not crazy, oui it is possible for nations to exist as flesh and blood, non I do not care if you don't believe me but please, call me France.

[travelin-on.livejournal.com]

[LOL Dean is just not as creative as he thinks he is. Going through the typical Hunter motions, though there really is no reason to hide his real name. He doesn't know that for sure so taking precaution is a go!]

Heh, yeah, I know. Been meaning to get it changed to something that sounds cool like... [And did I mention how much of a ham he is?] Dean Winchester.

Ya know, like the rifle. [Taking a seat and looking pretty stoked about this best food he'll have had in months!]

Coffee is fine. Thanks. [Gotto stay alert even if he wants a shot of whiskey right about now. Especially after France drops that bomb. Well he was going to ask you where "home" was but... wow. Give him a minute while he stares at you incredulously.]

Well... that's a first. [Not the most strange thing he's ever heard but up there. Still trying to settle on a reaction here.]

So you're... France. THE Nation of France? [Seems impressed though he would have rather preferred a lovely french lady instead of a guy. But hey. FOOD! He'll just be picking up that sandwich and taking a bite now.]