(For Dean)

[sharktoothtotem]

 Taylor sat in a chair across from him sketching in her journal.  A little of the charcoal from the stick she was using had smudged her cheek from when she had tucked a lock of hair out of her face. She was in short running shorts, and a cropped tee, over which she had a thin hoodie that looked like it was made of blue mesh, her backpack was on the floor under her chair, more out of habit than anything.  

"So, you really hunt monsters don't you?"  She had been mulling it over for a while.  "What is that like?"

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[sharktoothtotem]

"I have stated I'm an adrenaline junkie right?" She set the sketch on the table.

"I know a little of the other side. I mean, the guy that raised me wanted me to try to fit into high society so I had to play normal. Dresses and high heels are torture devices. You can't convince me otherwise." She watches him, her gauze had been serious as well. "I'll stick with embracing the crazy, from what I've learned so far, has pretty much let me know that I really don't care for the people playing normal. Too many white fences, rules and lies to tell to keep up the appearance. Of course may just be high society like that."

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"I have seen enough of high society to know that their crazy runs deeper than my normal sort of crazies." He chuckles, shrugging off and letting the conversation drop. Welp, he now knows how it feels on the other side of that particular conversation. He stand s and makes his way across the room, settling himself onto the floor and resting his head in her lap, now that the book is put down distraction mode is a firm go. After all, she had asked. Green eyes staring up at her from her lap, promising nothing but mischief and demanding attention now he's been good and sat still long enough for her to sketch. "You sure you can lower yourself to slumming it with little old me?"