Tuck drops his hand from his hair and waves it at the house. "Now, that's just great. Lovely. My house has become ground zero." Because he knows what kind of things get broken when FDR's upset.
"Well...I'm not sitting around twiddling my fingers." So he'll just climb up to the driver's seat and settle in. "Do you like jukeboxes?"
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He can hear those feet behind him, has heard Tuck run up to him enough times in the past that he knows that's not his weight, not his stride. Which means Dean's following him. But he doesn't stop, slams the door behind him when he steps inside, half of him hoping it'll catch Dean in the face but he knows he's got too good of reflexes for it to do enough damage.
Still. The idea is satisfying. Barely. And he makes his way across the room to the fridge and digs through it for his brand of beer.
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"Well...I'm not sitting around twiddling my fingers." So he'll just climb up to the driver's seat and settle in. "Do you like jukeboxes?"
--
He can hear those feet behind him, has heard Tuck run up to him enough times in the past that he knows that's not his weight, not his stride. Which means Dean's following him. But he doesn't stop, slams the door behind him when he steps inside, half of him hoping it'll catch Dean in the face but he knows he's got too good of reflexes for it to do enough damage.
Still. The idea is satisfying. Barely. And he makes his way across the room to the fridge and digs through it for his brand of beer.