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[sweetuponthseat]

[Outside of Girl's 2 stands an impressive pile of luggage. suitcases, garment bags, an oversized trunk... quite possibly even a hatbox. Miss Daisy - Daisy Adair is also standing there, dressed with all the care she can muster, which is considerable.]

Camp Fuck You Die, it's been a treat. Now, who's going to help me carry all this?

((now it's

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[pie_or_death]

... That's quite a bit of luggage.

[sweetuponthseat]

Well it all came here with me, so it's all got to go back.

[pie_or_death]

Well, that's very thoughtful of you, do not leave us with all of your things, though I guess I should say that it's a shame you're leaving at all.

[sweetuponthseat]

I'm also just a teensy bit attached to it. But thank you, Ned.

[pie_or_death]

As well you should be, I guess. Though I've always found something interesting in people being attached to their luggage. I think it may be kind of telling.

[sweetuponthseat]

Yes, it tells you we have a nice wardrobe we'd rather not replace!

[pie_or_death]

Yes. That exactly.

I'm sorry you're going. Even though I guess I don't know you really well. Maybe I should apologize for the... you know.

*motions a little explosion with his hands*

[sweetuponthseat]

The kiss?

[pie_or_death]

I was thinking more the uncharacteristic shock that went along with it, since I'd mostly repressed the kiss. It's nothing you did. But now that it's been brought up I'd pretty much like to apologize for that, too.

[sweetuponthseat]

Oh, please. Don't worry about a thing. You've been an excellent roommate ever since.