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Room 417, Wednesday all day

Most of Jaye's stuff has been sent back already, but after packing up what she had in all four alcoves of Pixie D (and a goodbye to Aeryn over the alcove walls that was along the lines of "Good riddance!" "Die in a fire!"), it's time to head back to the dorms for the rest, most of which are somehow still stuffed animals. Which might be a sign she has too damn many of them.

At least they're not talking to her. It's hard to pack when you're threatening inanimate objects.

[Goodbye post, woe!!]

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"Well I contemplated kidnapping and keeping you here, but figured that might be crossing the border from cute and endearing to scary so..." He shrugged with a small smirk.

Alec could get away with it, but that's different. "Yeah, that might get you made famous on America's Most Wanted," she agrees.

"Not to mention, I'd be easy to track down with all the junkfood I'd have to buy to keep you happy," Dean added.

"And the subsequent doctor's bills for all the diabetes I end up with."

Dean grinned. "That too." He paused. "This place isn''t going to be the same without you around, y'know."

"Less glittery and clothed, probably. Which is gonna suck for all you guys," she says with a nod and a smile.

"We'll do our best to maintain the Seahorse reputation," Dean told her.

"Good. I'm taking the sign with me, though. You guys will just have to make your own," she nods.

"We can lead by example," Dean assured her.

"Good boy," she says. "Ick. I hate this leaving thing. I never know what to say."

"I've spent most of my life leaving everything 'cept my family." Dean shook his head. "There's never anything good to say. 'Cept, stay in touch?"

"I think that's pretty possible," she says. "My cell number will still be the same."

"Good, because if you don't we'll have to come hunt you down," Dean warned. "And then you'll have to explain to everyone why these shirtless guys keep babblign on about seahorses to you."

"I don't know, that could be really great. Especially if cops are called and it makes the news."

"That would be a hell of a party, wouldn't it?" Dean asked with a soft smile and softer voice.

"ooh! And then don't sign the release so everyone's faces get pixelated!"

Dean chuckled. "See if people could recognise us just from our shirtlessness?"

"Oh, now that would be talent. A really awesome talent."

"Or just someone who hasn't got their eyes above the neckline much," Dean quipped.

"So... boys?"

Totally teasing. Not that she could actually identify guys by their chests. Even she's not that good.

"Y'know, I should be shocked and offended by the implication that boys are somehow more dirty minded than girls," Dean said. "Especially around here."

"We are good and pure, didn't you get the memo?"

"God I hope I don't look as gullible as you must think I am to buy that."

"How about I not answer that and go for the 'gee, I should be pretending to pack' thing?" she says with a smile.

"Ouch," Dean said, miming being shot in the chest. "Though, on the bright side, if I do look that gullible, it should make hustling at pool a lot easier."

Re: Afternoon

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