He's halfway through his pie when a familiar, lumbering figure manages to make its way into the kitchen. Dean stops eating abruptly, brow furrowing. Karofsky looks shifty. Nervous. What, is he afraid? Karma's a bitch; it's time to grow the Hell up. Perhaps it's mostly hilarious how the kid thinks he's being inconspicuous.
While Dean would like to give him props on his culinary selection, he can still remember the bitter, hateful sonuvabitch who was railing on Kurt in his first transmission. Even with the falling-out that (Dean thinks) has been forgiven by now, he still feels a twinge of brotherly instinct.
"'Sup, Dorothy."
He sets the plate and fork on the counter, folding his arms across his chest and looking very, very amused.
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Date: 2011-01-28 04:59 am (UTC)While Dean would like to give him props on his culinary selection, he can still remember the bitter, hateful sonuvabitch who was railing on Kurt in his first transmission. Even with the falling-out that (Dean thinks) has been forgiven by now, he still feels a twinge of brotherly instinct.
"'Sup, Dorothy."
He sets the plate and fork on the counter, folding his arms across his chest and looking very, very amused.
"Lose the Yellow-Brick Road, didja?"