Good afternoon, Taxon. For those who are paying attention to the tablets, there is a visual of a sleeping Dean, passed the hell out in his bed in a one Castle Summers. On his days off, Dean has a tendency to sleep until noon, if he can (sometimes he's interrupted by nightmares) and it seems today is one of those days where yes, it's noon and he
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Friendly, but distant. She doesn't know you.
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So Dean grabs the tablet, pushing Zeppelin (yes, he named his dog that) away for the moment. "Got him for Christmas. Not that I asked for him, but hell, I guess it's better than a glitch," Dean replies, shrugging. "Hey, Be-- Buffy."
He has to catch himself, there; it's become second nature to call her Bendy, which he's sure she... won't appreciate, now.
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"W-wait -- you know me? Right. Still kinda getting used to the whole friends-with-strangers thing. Patience, please?" Said rather good-naturedly.
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Dean gives Buffy a small grin when she asks for patience, nodding. "Yeah, I do. We were friends, before I got zapped back home. I know how it is, no problem." But he will have to wean himself off of calling her Bendy until she's more comfortable. "How long have you been here?"
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"So, you know my name. Care to return the favour?"
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