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[clanoftheswords]

Farley lies back on a couch, leather duster draped over him, and his various possessions from Chicago organized on and around the couch. (A closer look might reveal a stuffed penguin sticking out from between his arms.) He glances around a moment, figures he doesn't need sleep just yet, and sits up a little.

"Ever not regret having to leave

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[myra_reldon]

"I've left plenty of places I was glad to get away from." She notes the items around him, including the penguin. "And plenty of places I didn't care one way or another. It's not often I stay somewhere long enough to get attached."

[clanoftheswords]

"Any memorable ones?" Farley asks. He's not sure if there are many places can top Chicago at its worst, but if there are...

Call it morbid curiosity. (Especially since he's probably not going back...)

[myra_reldon]

"Plenty. San Francisco and New York tend to be the best places for repeat performances when it comes to not regretting leaving." She frowns as she reclines a bit. "Duty calls though, so I have to keep going back. I guess I don't exactly leave if I keep doing that, but each new place is a chance to start over, even if it is the same city I guess."

[clanoftheswords]

"You figure it can't be as bad as what happened last time?", he comments, smiling ironically. He shifts in his seat, bumping the penguin and making it more visible.

[random_xtras]

"Lotsa times."

[clanoftheswords]

"Any particular 'favorites'?" Farley asks.

[random_xtras]

She actually pauses to think about that, her tongue pushing out her lower lip so that her upright laberet sticks out.

Then she shifts her keyblade to her shoulder and shrugs the other one. "Not really. Wait... guess it was that box I first woke up in. Was fraggin' glad ta get outta that bastich."

[clanoftheswords]

"Box?" Farley raises an eyebrow at this. "...Do I really wanna know?"