[A slight, dubious narrowing of his eyes and tilt of his head.]
Fun? What kind of fun?
[Ignoring the dig at him for breaking in and getting wasted. He had his reasons to be sloppy. The fact he's not supposed to be alive right now being one of them. His mind might be trying to calculate and click away through the fog, wondering if he can get past Lucifer to where his Gun is sitting on top of the dresser.]
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Fun? What kind of fun?
[Ignoring the dig at him for breaking in and getting wasted. He had his reasons to be sloppy. The fact he's not supposed to be alive right now being one of them. His mind might be trying to calculate and click away through the fog, wondering if he can get past Lucifer to where his Gun is sitting on top of the dresser.]