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saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-01-11 04:33 pm
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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.
"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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"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."
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She pulled back, just a little to smile at him. "I'm a little tired and achy tonight, but maybe sometime soon...?"
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