Just Say Ow

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey was wandering, naked. Again. After losing everything to that new game of 'poker,' he'd been in the media library (again) trying to catch up with at least Javert when it came to all this strange, futuristic stuff. The result of those hours spent, unfortunately, was confusion, a pounding headache, and stars before his eyes.

He'd sort of wandered down toward the medical area, because the pain was truly ridiculous, but he didn't really think they'd have anything overly helpful. Books, real books, with proper spelling and a non-glowing surface to read from, those were the things he truly needed.

"Damn my eyes," he muttered - not entirely without humor - as he paused to rub at them. "Damn them to a hell worse than this, just as soon as I'm done using them."

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[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Figures. Next time, don't wait so long. Not like I'm your mother or anything, but your eyes will melt out of your skull if you read for that long," Dean replies, rolling his own eyes. He's exaggerating, obviously, and it doesn't occur to him that it may or may not be taken seriously.

"Those are the worst kind," Dean agrees, and he waves Geoff along. "C'mon, lead the way. I have no sense of direction in this hellhole."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer stares at Dean, his eyes widening slightly. He's heard of losing sight from straining it overlong, but to have one's eyes melt?

He's not going anywhere until this is explained, but he's a little too speechless with horror - why would people write on surfaces that could do such damage? - to articulate his concern.

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

Blink blink. Dean stops mid-step, and raises an eyebrow at Geoff.

"What?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Melt them?"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"... Dude, I wasn't being serious. They're not really gonna melt."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's a relief." Not even embarrassed by his - understandable, he thinks - misstep, Geoff catches up with Dean.

"I believe we were going glass-hunting?"

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

Dean just snorts, and keeps walking, glancing over to Geoff.

"Yeah, we are. Man, I really gotta teach you how to see exaggerations better," Dean says, mostly amused by the whole thing.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Let us teach me first to see, hm?" Geoff asks mildly, glancing back at Dean. "Then we shall debate the anachronism and its use in confusing your elders."

He's been reading. Learning new words. Do you like them, Dean?

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

New words give Dean a headache. Rolling his eyes, Dean bumps into Geoff, accidentally-on-purpose, and keeps on.

"C'mon, Poindexter, keep moving or I'll give you a Swirlie," Dean jokes, even though he's sure that joke will only be funny to him.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff just grins and keeps walking. He doesn't have to understand the words to know the intent. He was just offered Dean's equivalent of a fonging. Excellent.

"We must avoid that."

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

See, now, this is probably bad, but here's another example of why Dean and Wat would make excellent friends. Regardless, Dean's going after Geoff with an ease in his step.

Y'know, since he sucks at directions in this place.