"You wouldn't happen to know how to deal with them back home, would you?"
Dan makes a sympathetic wincing face when Sam comes in all bloodied and gnawed-on, which turns into an actual wince when one of the laundry-bagged cupids jabs its arrow through the fabric and spears Dan in the hand.
"For what it's worth, they ain't biting me unless I grab them. Then they get all sorts of violent." Dan's not in love with anyone. He's never been in love with anyone. That element of the life experience just belongs to other people besides him. "Watch out."
A tiny cupid that's been lurking behind Ric's bed lurches out at them, and Dan tries to swat it away by whipping some dirty laundry at it. It hisses and whines and crawls back under the bed.
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Dan makes a sympathetic wincing face when Sam comes in all bloodied and gnawed-on, which turns into an actual wince when one of the laundry-bagged cupids jabs its arrow through the fabric and spears Dan in the hand.
"For what it's worth, they ain't biting me unless I grab them. Then they get all sorts of violent." Dan's not in love with anyone. He's never been in love with anyone. That element of the life experience just belongs to other people besides him. "Watch out."
A tiny cupid that's been lurking behind Ric's bed lurches out at them, and Dan tries to swat it away by whipping some dirty laundry at it. It hisses and whines and crawls back under the bed.
"Forgot that one."