[fandomhigh] Early morning, 2nd floor

[cameronmitchell]

Cameron exits his room and goes knock on Crichton's door.

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[whitedeathpod]

John, just a little exhausted from his clinic experience, stumbles to the door and opens it.

"Hey Cam," he says and blinks sleepily. "Just woke up. Come on in."

[cameronmitchell]

Cameron moves into the room, "Ugh, sorry man. I was just going to go for my jog, but I wondered if you were serious about that tattoo thing."

[whitedeathpod]

John waves a dismissive hand at Cam's apology. "Don't worry about it, I needed to get up anyway." He yawns and stretches. "I might be. Still haven't really made up my mind. You're serious about it then?"

[cameronmitchell]

"If you're game, if they don't like it at least we both get banned out... of the room until it disappears." He clears his throat and shifts his weight to his other foot.

[whitedeathpod]

John shifts a bit, thinking over a tattoo. "Yeah, banned out of the room. And there's no place to really hide it when you're...banned out of the room," John finishes lamely.

[cameronmitchell]

"Yeah," Cameron blinks and frowns. "We could just go talk to Red and see if he can do it to begin with?"

[whitedeathpod]

"Is he open yet? Also, do those things hurt? I don't do well with pain."

[cameronmitchell]

"He will be after my run. We could meet up in town? Dude, were you listening yesterday? I told you it's just a paste they put on the skin and it absorbs the colour of it." Cameron rolled his eyes.

[whitedeathpod]

John resists the urge to stick his tongue out at Cam. "I was probably daydreaming about something, dude. Sure, we can meet up. Give me a call when you're there and I'll come down? I need to get a shower and some food and call Aeryn, since I kind of didn't see her at all last night."

[cameronmitchell]

"Yeah okay, sure." Cameron moves to the door and then stops. "You wanted to talk to me about something?"

[whitedeathpod]

"I did?" John stops to think and then remembers. "Oh! Oh, yeah. Uh, we should probably talk about...the music thing," John mumbles.

[cameronmitchell]

"Music thing?" Cameron looks confused at John, completely not following.

[whitedeathpod]

John shuffles his feet. "Yeah, the Celine Dion thing? That thing?" John says, emphasizing each word carefully.

[cameronmitchell]

"Oh right," Cameron looks quickly from John to the door. "You want to hold a new meeting?" Shit. Shit. Shit.

[whitedeathpod]

"New meeting?" John laughs to cover his unease. "No. I think I might kind of sort of just a little bit...need to resign. Or at least only be kept on in a consultant capacity," he says, just blurting it all out in a moment of honesty.

[cameronmitchell]

"What?" Cameron stares at John. "You can't resign!"