DID THE MAN EVER CLEAN HIS ROBES???
He was being forced to share the same workspace as Dean, and it was going to kill him, he was sure. The acrid smell of ammonia mixed with some acid or another was giving him a headache. He looked over at the other mage. Splotches covered the breast of dean's robe.
Trying to get Blake’s attention, Dean half muttered "hey Blake, I just found out something or other about something that doesn’t interest you, and I know you don’t like me, but hey lets be friends blah blah blah blah...(interpretation)
He only responded with a contemptory glance up. Dean quickly looked down, away from him.
Good. Dean was quickly realizing who was the dominant one around here. He would have to drive the point home, soon...
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