soldtoarmenians | Thursday, Room 121, all day (general goodbye post)

Xander's already ~~handwavily~~ sent out e-mails letting people know his new cellphone number if they didn't have it already, and his UC Sunnydale e-mail address, and... when he's leaving. Which he finally has to say 'tomorrow morning' about instead of 'Friday' because they're one and the same.

Now... he's still packing. Posters, folders, last-minute items and just stuff he wanted to leave up for as long as possible to make the room acknowledge that for now, he still lives here. Every so often he and Bridge are taking a break to look at pictures or watch a dvd, because at this point he's on the flipside of where he was yesterday: if he packs too fast, the room'll be empty, and Xander can't quite take that, not yet.

You can't really say Jeremiah's taking a break; he'd have to have been working in the first place for that to be true. He's just going back and forth between supervising the packing and supervising the loafing.

The door is open. Xander's yearbook is on the desk next to Jeremiah, for anyone who feels like signing it.

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[Open all day, or ping in tomorrow if needed since some importantomg people are unfortunately afk today. Good for slowplay until... it's done.]

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"Your campus or mine?" Rory asked thoughtfully. "'Cause I can call when there's like, an invasion of electrified kittens or something, and make them yowl into the phone for you to hear."

"Would electrified kittens want to eat everybody?" Xander asked thoughtfully. "Or would they just complain about being in a box and start zapping each other til somebody let 'em out to play?"

"See, they're crafty," Rory said. "What they do is they sit there looking all cute and friendly, and then you pick them up, and they zap you! And you have really bad hair as a result."

"Oh my God, make the picture of Angel playing with kittens go away, please?" Xander looked stricken.

Rory tilted her head. "Awwwwwwww! They could sit on his head and snuggle down in his hair!"

"And electrocute his fingers when he does that hair-check thing with his hand that he always does," Xander said, somewhat cheered up by the thought.

"That's sad," Rory said woefully. "I'll send you an electro-kitty in a special rubber suit and inside a special box so it won't hurt you. Plus, kitten in a little suit. Doesn't get much cuter."

"I'm not sure they'd let it live in the dorms at UC Sunnydale," Xander said. "Though I guess it could always be a sekrit ninja electro-kitty and hide under the bed whenever anybody came in ~~like Miss Kitty Fantastico except for it wouldn't suddenly disappear and never get mentioned again until it's used as a punchline for a joke about crossbows WTF JOSS WTF~~."

"It would be a ninja cat, yes," Rory assured him. "And maybe if I found a big enough box, I could send you a Rory for a weekend or something."

"That wouldn't have to be a really big box at all," Xander pointed out. "Bigger than a kitten box, but still pretty wee."

"Yeah, still wee, but it would have to have airholes and room for a thermos and stuff," she agreed. "But once she got there, the Rory would probably be very quiet and small and not take up much room at all. She would just tidy things and keep everyone cheery and do research. They're very useful creatures to have around."

"As long as you don't run out of coffee," Xander pointed out. "Then they get scary."

"Well, yes," Rory agreed. "But generally they're very small and sweet-natured and should be allowed to visit as often as possible."

She frowned. "Xanders are welcome to visit here, too, you know."

"I can guarantee at least one Xander sure as hell plans on it," he assured her.

"Often," she added, going over to hug him.

"I think I have to actually attend some classes," he said. "I kind of got in the habit while I was here. It's weird."

Rory hugged him tight. "And see this is where if you had a big long coat or a robe like other people who were hard to say goodbye to, I'd try to hide inside of it. But I could probably fit in a suitcase! I could help with homework and froggiesit while you're at class."

"Just as long as you don't sit on the frog. 'Cause I could see that getting uncomfy. For both of you."

"I would imagine so. I don't think anyone wants, like, pressed froggie jelly."

"...and I just totally grossed myself out. Ew."

"And so say all of us."

The fact that Jeremiah chose that moment to ribbit loudly was probably coincidence.

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