A Chat. [For presidingangel]
Dean was still in a little bit of shock the morning after he'd essentially proposed to Ruby. He couldn't believe he'd done it. Moreover, he couldn't believe she had accepted. Not that he should have had any doubts, she loved him. Now he was out wandering about the deserted town he'd agreed to help fix up, Toby at his side.
His whine pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked down. There was a dry stick in his mouth. Laughing softly, he took the stick from Toby and threw it, watching as the dog ran off after it. He slid his hands into his pockets and leaned against the side of one of the buildings. His side twinged as he did so and he frowned. He probably should have Raph take a look at it sometime, but that was at the back of his mind.
His whine pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked down. There was a dry stick in his mouth. Laughing softly, he took the stick from Toby and threw it, watching as the dog ran off after it. He slid his hands into his pockets and leaned against the side of one of the buildings. His side twinged as he did so and he frowned. He probably should have Raph take a look at it sometime, but that was at the back of his mind.