Fourth floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had went and grabbed food and brought his cat Hunter out with him, and now he was sitting on the couch with a slice of pizza in one hand and petting a purring cat with the other. On the tv was the Golden Globes; Dean wasn't sure if this was something he wanted to watch but the remote was sitting on the coffee table out of reach unless he shifted Hunter and he didn't feel strongly enough about the viewing material to do that.

"You're lucky I'm such a softie," he said to his cat. Hunter just butted his hand to get more petting.

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[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I think that's an experience I'm hoping to avoid for a long, long time," she replied. Lois as a mother would be a scary thing. "What class is that for, anyway?"

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Child development," Peyton said. "And I'm blaming the whole experience on Angela. We kind of started this little daring thing and next thing I know we're signing up."

[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois laughed. "I've gotten in a lot of trouble doing the same thing. Only never with empathy bellies."

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I do find my mouth can tend to get me into trouble," Peyton agreed. "Though in this case it was my pen."