Room 438, Wednesday afternoon
Dean was making an important phone call. He sighed a little when he got voice mail, but did his best to keep any disappointment out his voice as he left a message.
He looked at Hunter when he hung up. "How much you want to bet he's out getting himself into some kind of trouble?" he asked, smiling a little as the cat rubbed his head against Dean's fingers.
[ooc: mostly establishy but can be open, will pick up any pings when I get home from work this evening]
He looked at Hunter when he hung up. "How much you want to bet he's out getting himself into some kind of trouble?" he asked, smiling a little as the cat rubbed his head against Dean's fingers.
[ooc: mostly establishy but can be open, will pick up any pings when I get home from work this evening]