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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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[right_hand_of]

...you didn't have the hatbox last time.

[sweetuponthseat]

That's quite the memory.

[right_hand_of]

Yeah, well. You tend to make quite the impression.

[sweetuponthseat]

Charming to the last.

[right_hand_of]

Hey, you know me. Gotta try.

[sweetuponthseat]

You're doing fine.

....I guess it's obvious what happens now.

[right_hand_of]

Yeah. But...here. Just in case. Who knows where you're gonna end up, right?

[offering you a really crumpled business card]

[sweetuponthseat]

*raises an eyebrow, but takes it*

Are you that good at hiding?

[right_hand_of]

[shrugs] Not last I checked, but like I said. Couldn't hurt.

[sweetuponthseat]

Well I guess you never know. And if I can find you... well. That would be nice.

[right_hand_of]

Yeah. So, you keep an eye out, and hopefully, I'll see you around someplace more interesting.

[sweetuponthseat]

I'm sure we could make anywhere at least a little interesting. It even worked here.

[right_hand_of]

It can't hurt to try, at least. And if I don't see you, good luck.

[sweetuponthseat]

And all the same to you.

*leans up to kiss his cheek*

[right_hand_of]

Heh. Thanks.

[red skin hides a blush in an awesome way, did I mention?]

[sweetuponthseat]

*well that's lucky. slips the card into her purse*

Would you mind getting the trunk for me?