Room 505, Thursday Night

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So it turns out that punching a tree? Kinda stupid. SAM. Which was why the girl with her chin buried in the fur of a hunting hound (that she was still allowed to call a puppy because...YOUR FACE) looked like she was flipping people the bird if they walked past the half-open door. It wasn't them; it was just the splint. ...Okay, it was also the mood. But still not them.

Brynne, unsurprisingly, was very good at cuddling; Owain...tried to be? But there was a reason the owl on the bed was currently cuddling with Francine's birthday present (whose name was apparently Agravaine, according to -- well, that thought wasn't depressing, was it) instead of Francine.

Look, she wasn't letting them spend the night in the stables tonight, shut up. Also, just... shut up.

[OOC: Open but emo. Last post before Francie heads off for the backpacking trip, but probably not the last post in Fandom.]

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"He would." Katchoo was staying just this side of the laughing line herself because of the same because, thanks. "Now I wish I'd gotten around to trying to get him to . . . to . . ."

There was that because again, and she slumped against Francine.

"God."

[thatsamilkshake]

That was about Francine's take on the situation too. She dropped her forehead against Katchoo's and wriggled around so she wouldn't be squishing or squished by a hunting hound when she started the actual clinging. Because clinging there was.

"I know this is supposed to happen, we're all supposed to grow up and leave and miss people and go on with our lives or whatever the heck they did on that graduation episode of Leery's River, but I hate this. They're not just people we went to high school with."

[Yes, months later I have to come back and correct the meta. STFU.]