Code blue. Hostile territory. Aborting mission.

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“Cool,” the girl grinned, then shook her head. “Sorry, was that too forward?” Lora asked, losing that pumped confidence she had for the small moment. 

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Lora felt a wide grin grow across her face. “Gosh, do you think you can show me sometime?” she smiled, pushing some of her hair behind her ear. “Maybe when your shift is over?” Really Lora? Was flirting the smartest decision? 

          Priestly raised his eyebrows at the gesture. Was she flirting with him? Ok, how to handle that. No one ever flirted with him, Tish told him all the time he had no chance with the ladies. ❝U-Uhm. I mean, sure. I could show ya.❞ He smiled. Priestly knew that he had to let it sink in first, like, he wasn't like Tish. Didn't wander of with attractive men as soon as they'd ask, so he'd be more slow and see how it went if someone showed interest.

Sam shook his head at the both of them of course Dean would want to start a fight, Sam sighed “to be honest I don’t know sometimes” Sam answered back.  Dean crossed his arms “shut up Sammy you know you love me” Dean said with a smile 

          Priestly smirked. ❝Aw, brotherly love from the tough brother. Well isn't that... gay?❞ The chef loved to use that sentence to most things after Tish and the whole Tadley thing. It pissed of most people, but brought a huge smile to Priestly's face. He looked over to Sam again and frowned. ❝Have anyone ever told you how friggin' tall you are? Freakin' moose.❞

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That’s what matters most, in my opinion. Loving what you do… *He poked around his salad, his tail twitching uncomfortably underneath his hoodie. His gaze softened as he watched the other talk about his job and right now, he had to admit it, he was jealous. He was so innocent. He wished he had a job that he loved too. Not imposed on him. Sam sipped at his water and tried to ignore the way others were looking at him. Staring. Again. He should be used to it by now, but he wasn’t. Couldn’t for some reason.* Really? That’s wonderful… I wish more people were like you guys… *A family, huh? Something he haven’t had in a long while* That’s amazing, really.

          ---------- "You sound like you've never had a family before, man," he spoke, raising an eyebrow. "My life's not amazing, it's just like normal lives in this town. Some people work at a nice place and can hang out with almost anyone, while I actually only have the people here, and the pizzaman I always order pizza from." He laughed softly. "Nah, I wouldn't label it amazing at all, but I can't complain, really. You seem like you have a lot more tough stuff to survive in your life." He smiled slightly. "But yeah, I don't think you would meet people like me and the other ones working here around other places in town. This part of it is the nicest because of everyone being friends. Normally, the people are ignorant and fucked up, so stay around here and you'll be fine."

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“I’ve always wanted to see the inside of an apartment when it was day,” Lora chuckled, She took her fork and started sliding a piece of lettuce along the bottom. “I only saw one at night in New York. It was trashy, yeah, but it gave me party,” she grinned.

          ---------- "You've seriously never been able to be in an apartment for more than a night? Come on, you're kiddin' me now," he said, smiling and tilting his head to the side. "It's not much to see actually. It's just the same at night as it is at day, well, mine is. Probably because I'm so used to it and could probably walk blindly around. I remember this one time my mum was over, and she had these huge boots that she put nicely in the hallway, but every time I had to pass them, I stumbled in them." He chuckled.

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Her heart sank. A freakin’ flying spider? Oh, hell no. Addie was relieved to hear that it was just a joke, but you can never be too sure when it comes to bugs. “Jesus, man. You better be kidding.” Adeline followed him into the building and had a small smile on her face. She loved places like this. To some people it was nothing, but to others it was home. She learned to appreciate the little things in life from a very young age, and she still held that trait. “It’s fine, I usually take the stairs anyway. Elevators freak me out.” When they got to his room and Priestly opened the door, another small smile graced her features.

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“Well, uh, I have quite the travel buddies. I stay in motels, and not exactly the richest guys like to pamper me.” Lora shrugged. “It’s the life I chose. And I’m happy with it. I get to see things and do things and go to places that people that have happy little lives don’t get to.”

          ---------- "Well, I guess it's okay as long as you're happy like you say," he mumbled with a soft smile. He was wondering more and more what he couldn't figure out about this girl. There was something she wasn't telling him, and he wouldn't push her. "It's the same with me and my crappy old apartment. I love it there and like it."

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“Sorry, I haven’t really eaten in a while. I’m used to leftovers and cold pizza,” Lora laughed shyly. “A few good pieces of toast if I’m lucky,” she shrugged a bit. 

          He frowned deeply at that, looking from the food to her for a while. "Oh.. That doesn't sound too.. Comfortable if that's the right word for it?" he spoke and sighed a little. "Why is it that all the nice people end up like that?"

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Lora nodded and watched the man go. Now was ever a good time to actually get something in her stomach. She made it through practically half her salad, and through all of her fries before deciding to take a break.

          ---------- "Here, Piper." Priestly handed the finished meal over to his friend who took care of the rest while he went back to Lora, plopping down with a soft 'boo' for no reason. He looked at her food and blinked. "Wow, hungry?" He could have sworn he didn't use that much time on making that meal..

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Priestly… *He smiled sheepishly at him, though every traits upon his face indicated how exhausted he was from the transformations that was happening within him. He loved how that sounded. Priestly. Fitted the guy perfectly. He unscrewed the bottle and began to drink, then poked a piece of chicken with his fork and ate it slowly so it wouldn’t upset his stomach* So, you’re the only cook here? *Sam inquired, curious about the man who just offered him shelter for the night and free food. Not that he could’ve paid for it anyway. He was basically homeless and only had six bucks in his pocket* Thanks, I like it… You really shouldn’t have done that. I-I’ll pay when I’ll be able to, okay?

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Lora grinned brightly and nodded. “Yeah, it’s nice here. Maybe I’ll tell you about the plains in Nebraska. Or the fields that look like movies in Idaho.” She chuckled a bit and took a fry, biting a bit off.

          "Sounds like a fair deal to me," the punk mumbled with a smile. Then he looked up when he was suddenly called. Someone just entered, which meant that he had to go take the oven and make some food probably. "I'll be right back." He got up, just in time to have Tish place the note with the order on in his mohawk. He immediately took it, looked over it for one second, then he was onto the job.

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Addie smirked and rolled her eyes at his comment. “Hilarious.” The drive wasn’t very long at all, like Priestly had said. For the first time in a while she was feeling relaxed, which was strange because they weren’t even hanging out yet. There was something about Priestly that set her at ease. Maybe it was his cool and collected demeanor or maybe because he just wasn’t being a total dickbag like the majority of the people she’d met. She raised a brow as he fastened the padlock but she didn’t say anything. Hey, to each his own, right? “Bugs don’t really bother me at all. Well, the flying ones more than anythin’, but that shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

          He shrugged as he got his keys, opening the main door and holding it for the other one to step inside. "I don't know, I haven't been cleaning in a while.. I could have sworn I saw a spider with wings the other day... Hmmm..." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before he shook his head and chuckled. "Just jokin'. I keep my place clean most of the time, can't stand the smell of old pizza boxes and beer cans and so on. I prefer bottles over cans too anyways." He shrugged as he started to move up the stairs. "The elevator doesn't work, so this might take some time." Once on the top, Priestly unlocked his door to his apartment and walked inside, sighing at the familiar feeling of being home.