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

[soldtoarmenians]

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.]

Comments

Re: Morning

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally sniffed. "So, until next time, then."

She wasn't crying. Nope. Nothing to see here.

Re: Morning

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander really wasn't, because, well, guy thing plus if he let himself do it this early he might not stop - but the comfortador gene in him was taking a major beating here. Girls crying = bad.

"Until next time."

Re: Morning

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally pulled back, chewing on her bottom lip. She sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

She gave a little wave from her wrist, and turned to leave.