Fourth floor Common Room, Sunday evening

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