[Dean doesn't really pay attention to the animals around the Barge anymore, unless one is dicking around with his salt lines or breaking into his room and trying to take off with his gun, fucking Malcolm Reynolds, or about to maul him. So while he does notice some of the tripping shenanigans as he moves throughout his day around the Barge, he doesn't think much about it until he looks up in the middle of working on an electrical outlet that is apparently connected by neon tye dyed shoelaces to whatever is powering the lamp in said common room and sees the feline in question.
He raises an eyebrow, leveling a flathead screwdriver at it from where he's crouched, his tool bag open.] Don't even think about it, douchebag.
[No, he doesn't know it's Cassel, despite calling him by name. He'll just talk to just about anything apparently.]
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and trying to take off with his gun, fucking Malcolm Reynolds, or about to maul him. So while he does notice some of the tripping shenanigans as he moves throughout his day around the Barge, he doesn't think much about it until he looks up in the middle of working on an electrical outlet that is apparently connected by neon tye dyed shoelaces to whatever is powering the lamp in said common room and sees the feline in question.He raises an eyebrow, leveling a flathead screwdriver at it from where he's crouched, his tool bag open.] Don't even think about it, douchebag.
[No, he doesn't know it's Cassel, despite calling him by name. He'll just talk to just about anything apparently.]