ext_31287 ([identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-01-11 04:33 pm

Fourth floor Common Room, Sunday evening

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.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-01-12 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
She laughed. "Oh god, yes, I've seen that once or twice."

"I think I'd rather have a cat anyway. They're more self-sufficient. You don't have to walk them and you know... I think that whole standoffishness might work a little better for me."

"Yeah... might be a little twisted. Sorry."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-01-12 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I have been told I can be kind of a catty bitch at times," she admitted with a teaasing smile.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-01-12 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton laughed. "So many things are now so clear."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-01-12 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Excuse me, Hunter." She leaned over, carefully not to dislodge the cat, and kissed him. "Sooo not innocent," she murmured against his lips.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-01-12 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I am totally all in favor of no innocence."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-01-12 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh god, yes," Peyton whispered. "Especially in this sort of situation."

She pulled back, just a little to smile at him. "I'm a little tired and achy tonight, but maybe sometime soon...?"

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-01-12 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "How about tomorrow? If Hunter doesn't mind an overnight guest. I can grab us some dinner, make a night of it?"