#cody.

The Sioux Falls bar was loud, the food smelled amazing, and the music was decent. Between the sound and the liquor, there was a comfortable buzz in the air, and maybe that was enough to cover up when Bern's eyes trailed after a man looking in the windows as he passed by on the street. Maybe it was enough to miss their disappearance seconds later.

If one did investigate, the search would lead outside, where voices were raised in the alley beside the bar.

"What are you doing here!?"

"What the fuck did you do to your hair!? I told you to quit dressing like this, you look like a guy!"

The man locked in an argument with Bern was lean, average height, fair-skinned and blue-eyed with hair that couldn't decide if it was dirty blonde or light brown, much like Dean's. His face was nothing short of livid as he stared the hunter down. "I'm gone for six months, and look what you've done to yourself. Why did you leave? Who the hell are you in there with?"

"Who I'm with is not what you should be worried about, you should be worried about me." Bern was almost shaking with rage, and the stranger didn't seem to like their resolution, and tried a different tactic. "Do you know how worried I was? How much I missed you? How long it took me to find you? Bernadette, I thought you died."

"How did you find me?" Bern's voice was wary, and his eyes hardened. "By chance. I'm in town on business, and you're still driving that piece of shit Ford parked up the street. It's still got the dent in the door." Bern's lips pressed thin, and they inhaled hard through their nose. "... What the fuck do you want, Cody."

"My girlfriend back, for a start. Maybe grow your hair back, and fix your clothes, and stop running away from me. We both know you'll come back, you always do."

"Not this time." Bern took a step back, shaking their head. "I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not even a fucking girl."

"Oh, DON'T start with-"

"Don't start with WHAT!?"

stole ‘em blue eyes from boss,  but that left one there got brown specks of shit floating ‘round.

ambidextrous.  (that’s a big word for elmo!)  grew up favoring his left,  had no choice to depend on the right after injury.

usually can be seen with the same pencil  (short and nibbled on, eraser gone to shit)  tucked behind his ear.  ‘specially when he’s working but left forgotten even when he ain’t.

keeps all ‘em toothpicks in a repurposed hot sauce bottle he swiped from his grandparents house way back when.

all-time favorite gum is Wrigley's Winterfresh.  his grandpa chewed it, too.  had a bitten off half left in his pocket the day he died.  cody’s hidden that away with some loose change and lint in an Altoids tin somewhere.

-Cody (@codythefriendlyghost)

[ooc: ik you said to me you didn’t want to get too involved in outside lore so you don’t have to answer this I was just feeling a little silly]

Jesus-

Don't you think I get enough shit on the daily? For being a gay man openly grieving his lover? Do you think I need some kid pretending to be a ghost- mocking my Whizzer?

I'll tell you this once:

“    do    you    love    him    ?    do    you    want    to    be    with    him    ?    ”