[ She'll lean over, sniffing and (gently) headbutting at Dean's arm. Bunp, bunp, bunp. This is about as genuinely affection she'll get with anyone who she isn't flushed for. Bunp, bunp, bunp, bunp. ]
[ There's the ghost of her usual grin on her face. ]
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Date: 2011-10-07 01:29 am (UTC)[ There's the ghost of her usual grin on her face. ]