It's raining outside and Dean has the car, so I'm stuck in the motel doing memes again...

[likely_evil]

I taste like Peanut Butter. I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?

Comments

[dontcallmemina.livejournal.com]

Somehow I could see that. Though, I don't think you'd deserve that It's not like he ever asked me out.

Exactly. It's... a theory. *Had been joking at first, too, but just the same, she isn't blind*

[likely_evil]

Well, all theories do to be tested... *bites lip*

Plot bunny? Where >.>

[dontcallmemina.livejournal.com]

Right. You already do so much research...

*temptation is evil*

Re: Plot bunny? Where >.>

[likely_evil]

That's me. research geek.

*yeah. and so is Sam. which is why he puts his hand on her cheek and gives her a fast kiss*

Re: Plot bunny? Where >.>

[dontcallmemina.livejournal.com]

*Just smirks and kisses him back quickly, lingering for a moment... for research purposes, of course*

Hmm. What's the verdict?

Re: Plot bunny? Where >.>

[likely_evil]

*licks lips* Tastes good to me, but I think I might have to look into this further *kisses again*

Re: Plot bunny? Where >.>

[dontcallmemina.livejournal.com]

You're the research geek, after all...

*is a bit surprised but doesn't complain and happily kisses him back*