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fandomhighdorms2009-05-04 01:32 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Morning
So Jeff's flight wouldn't be leaving until tomorrow (that was the earliest he could get back to London, 1989) and Jeff's room was full of things that weren't Jeff's anymore. He couldn't really sleep well there, because there was supposed to be someone in the bed and there wasn't, and he couldn't sit in there, either, because Turtle might be there, and he didn't know what to say.
So Jeff was camping out in the common room, staring listlessly out in front of him, draped all over a chair. He had a hangover, but it meant little in the face of sheer, shell-shocked depression.
He lifted up the remote and turned the station to Beachview, but even women running around in bathing suits weren't helping.
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So Jeff was camping out in the common room, staring listlessly out in front of him, draped all over a chair. He had a hangover, but it meant little in the face of sheer, shell-shocked depression.
He lifted up the remote and turned the station to Beachview, but even women running around in bathing suits weren't helping.
[ open, of course! ]

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And... didn't really say anything else.
The emo was strong in this one.
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"Do you need a hug?"
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"Yeah," he said, finally. "All right."
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Cling, Jeffrey, cling.
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Then gave another manly back pat.
And then another.
Hmm. This usually didn't last this long.
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"Heh. Slow motion."
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It was a companionable silence.
"I wonder how she carries them..."
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"Then why were you wondering how she would carry them?"
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He paused.
"Nipples."
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Well, besides the snickering.
He was almost distracted from his emo, there.
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"The power to run on beaches in their swimsuits," Jeff said, solemnly, "And keep their nipples primed and ready for optimum efficiency at the same time."
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"I'm going to miss you," he added, briskly, and manfully. There would be no tears. "Do ninjas have porn? They seem like they would. You know. Sneaking in places all the time."
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So instead he held up his hand in the international sign for five me, and it will be a sworn oath for life.
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