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wellownedbkupby the smell of it, misha's pretty sure that it's a pumpkin muffin at his seat in the makeup trailer with a lone candle sticking out. which is strange, considering how fast food goes on this set and how early it really is to be having anything remotely associated with fire going. ass o'clock is far from the right time to handle fire.
"you gonna blow it out or what, man? all that wax'll get in your muffin," jensen rasps from across the trailer. misha turns to him, his question showing in his eyes. jensen smiles sweetly before closing his eyes and letting the girls get back to work. "happy birthday, man. sorry it wasn't a cupcake, but we'll make it up to you later."
"we?" misha asks softly before quietly blowing out the candle. he's ready to launch into some kind of offbeat diatribe about ring shaped cakes and idolatry and worshiping at the shrine of misha just as he considers the rest of jensen's sentence. "how later?"
he hears a chuckle, too sly for words. "can't tell. you're welcome to guess."
misha stares at him questioningly, examining his lazy sprawl for answers and suspicions. "i'm up for anything that doesn't involve babies and ritual sacrifice, unless the sacrifice is of ponies."
jensen laughs. "then you'll love what i've got planned." the girls let him up from the chair just before they gesture misha down. jensen brushes by with a grin, leaving misha alone to contemplate what plans he has in store for the night.
"you gonna blow it out or what, man? all that wax'll get in your muffin," jensen rasps from across the trailer. misha turns to him, his question showing in his eyes. jensen smiles sweetly before closing his eyes and letting the girls get back to work. "happy birthday, man. sorry it wasn't a cupcake, but we'll make it up to you later."
"we?" misha asks softly before quietly blowing out the candle. he's ready to launch into some kind of offbeat diatribe about ring shaped cakes and idolatry and worshiping at the shrine of misha just as he considers the rest of jensen's sentence. "how later?"
he hears a chuckle, too sly for words. "can't tell. you're welcome to guess."
misha stares at him questioningly, examining his lazy sprawl for answers and suspicions. "i'm up for anything that doesn't involve babies and ritual sacrifice, unless the sacrifice is of ponies."
jensen laughs. "then you'll love what i've got planned." the girls let him up from the chair just before they gesture misha down. jensen brushes by with a grin, leaving misha alone to contemplate what plans he has in store for the night.
