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[aim_blind]

One of the side effects of Leah sorting out a massive CD collection, is the resultant creation of a specific mix CD as she found individual songs she attached specific importance to instead of entire albums. It's that album that's playing now, as she practises in her archery range, still sporting one earpiece that cycles through her active channels

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[hector_aframian]

Dean rings the doorbell.

Also says, "Ah, Christ, that's awful!" at her music.

[aim_blind]

Pffft, like Dean gets to have an opinion.

The music's turned off as Leah gets to the door, in time to hear him say that and recognise the voice.

So when she opens the door he eyebrows are raised and she leans against the frame.

"What kind of Philistine are you?"

[hector_aframian]

"One with taste," Dean mutters, looking around curiously. "Hey, Leah."

[aim_blind]

"Hey Dean," she says, stepping back and out of the way so a jerk of her head can invite him in.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"