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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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I think there's going to be a lot of that, yeah. It's going to be what everyone assumes."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"And it's probably more believable than a clone angle."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Depends on the crowd, but yeah, generally."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"You could say," Cal mused, probably getting far too interested in invention here, "that you used to be Siamese twins, and the operation separating you was one of the most successful ever."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Or, really, there's just one of us and they're seeing double."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Oooh," Cal clearly approved. "But," he added after a moment, "you'd have to be careful with that one, pretend you don't know what they're talking about at first because it isn't like you can know that they're seeing double right away, you know?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Oh totally."