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Dean shakes his head, insistingly saying, "You're a guest in my home, and I asked you here on a date." His voice trailed off at the second part of his statement. Rising up quickly, Dean pushes in his chair and grabs his plate. He brings it into the kitchen, setting it in the sink. With a flick of his wrist, he flips the hand to the faucet upward and toward the left so that hot water would soon flow out. As he waits for the water to warm, he walks toward Adalia and stops behind her chair.

Dean's head tilts down as he look at the top of her head with a smirk. Apparently, he was having one of his silly weird moments.

Zest pokes her head up from the corner of the screen, causing the computer to beep a few times to get Adalia's attention. Her little arms wave about, one pausing to point behind Adalia to Dean.

Dean smirks as she looks back up to him. Of course, this probably doesn't help her think that he's being innocent. His left eye, however, had been staring at the top of her head. As she tilted her head back, his vision remained visibly on her face. It was never hard to tell where Dean was looking as he only had one eye to keep track of. "Nothing," he says to her before laughing softly. "I'm just goofing around while I wait for the hot water. I share hot water with adjoining apartments, so it can take a minute." With that said, he lifts his head and turns around to walk into the kitchen and feel the water.

Zest stops spazzing out, her job having been accomplished. She takes a seat, perching atop the icon for Dean's hard drive on the desktop. reads a little bubble beside Zest as she frowns.

Still frowning, Zest replies with another bubble to Adalia's question, She looks over toward the kitchen, noticing Dean at the sink, and decides to continue. Zest pouts. While she'd wanted Dean to have a girlfriend for her own purposes at first, her goals had changed without Dean actually knowing.

Dean, oblivious, starts to wash his dish, then cleaning the pots and pans with a sponge and some dish soap.

Zest rubs at her eyes as if she was getting teary from being saddened. she responds with some difficulty. Like a highly intelligent child, she could grasp a lot so long as it had nothing to do with the wisdom and emotional experience that age alone could bring. Finally, she decides to let Adalia in on the big secret, popping up another text bubble to explain, She frowns, knowing what it's like to not have friends, but she didn't have them because she was just born.

Dean finishes cleaning the dishes in the kitchen and dries his hands on a small towel that hangs over the handle of the oven's door. Walking back out and taking his seat once again, he looks to the frowning Zest and then to Adalia. "Sorry I got upset, Zest," he offers with a fragile smile. "Oh. When you finish eating, feel free to set your dish in the sink. I'll take care of it later."

Zest puts on a little smile, popping up a bubble to playfully read, She watches Adalia go to the kitchen, then looking to Dean with a pout. she replies to Dean's apology before saying, With that, she opens up Adobe Photoshop and begins to scribble.

Dean nods his head toward Zest, leaning forward and over the table to place a hand upon the computer. He pushes the lid down enough so that Zest could draw without people watching. It was kind of silly, but she hated it when people watched her doodle as Dean was well aware.

He rises up from his seat, pushing it in. He pushes in Adalia's chair as well before leaning back against it so that he's facing the kitchen as she finishes placing the plate down. Arms crossing over his chest, he watches her for a moment with a blank expression. "You didn't need to rinse it off. I said I'd do it later," he states with a smirk appearing after.

With his backside leaning against the back of her chair, Dean's forced to stand up on his own and turn around just to look at Adalia once she steals his seat. He smiles, moving over toward her before kneeling at her side. "No," he replies simply to her question before adding, "Zest is drawing a picture." He chuckles, motioning with his head toward the laptop. "She's a very temperamental artist and won't let anyone watch her."

His gaze lingers on the laptop for a moment before looking up to Adalia's face as he kneels. "Uhm..." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, knowing that cooking and eating was the easy part of a date. The rest he was unsure of and slightly fearful for. "What to do now?" he asks himself. With a nervous smile, Dean finally says, "So... Would you like to play a game, watch a movie, sit around and talk...? I'm a terrible host." He gives a nervous laugh, knowing the last part to be true.

Dean's face turns bright red as she turns to face him, his left eye not daring to leave her face. His face scrunches up as she ruffles his hair and he mutters, "Hey! Now I have to take it out..." That said, he reaches back to undo his ponytail, combing his hair quickly with his fingers. As he shoves the hair tie into his pocket, Dean motions with his head toward the couch. "If you want to sit and chat," he says, "The couch would be comfiest. Puts me to sleep when I'm playing games, even." Dean smiles, rising to stand before Adalia. His face returns to its normal hue and he gives a quiet sigh of relief. "Was she just testing me?" he asks himself, almost certain that she'd made him awkward that time on purpose.

Dean moves toward the couch, which faces away from the dining table, and leans against the back of it. With a smirk, he falls over the back of the couch so that his back is to the cushion where his butt should be. His face reddens once more, but this time due to blood rushing to his head as it hangs off of the sofa.

Dean doesn't change positions as he sits. Instead, he merely lifts his head up a bit to look to her face. Realizing that his head is down by the opening of her skirt, he nearly goes purple in the face. "Oh no!" He slips from the couch, landing on his head as his body flings over him and to the floor. He grumbles as he lays on his stomach a moment, finally pushing himself up. His head still by her skirt, Dean quickly jumps to his feet, rubbing at his head after he's standing. "I was having fun until I fell," he says with a nervous laugh.

Dean turns about and sits down next to her, giving a soft sigh as the sofa comforts him. Head turning toward her, Dean asks, "Are you?"