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[greasemunkygal]

WHO:  Mikaela & Sam
WHAT: She got hung up on. She's pissed.
WHERE: Her place, Zone 5
WHEN: Now

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[only_amessenger]

[For the moment, he's sprawled face-first on the bed, trying to relax despite the agonizing pressure of the minibot on his wrist. Its tendrils tightened their grip on his nervous system; harsh retribution for his attempted treachery.

He should have known Mikaela would come up - After all, she never liked losing an argument.

Still muffled by a faceful of sheets, didn't even look up at the door.]

Don't worry, I'm packing.

[greasemunkygal]

[That's a LIE and she knows it.

So, she just uses the master key and unlocks the door.]

...Sam?

[What...the hell?]

[only_amessenger]

[He grunts against the bed before rolling over, arm still pressed against his side.]

Look, I know I haven't moved out yet, but a little privacy? Or are you going to take that away too?

If I wanted help, I would've asked for it.

[With the packing, anyway.]

[greasemunkygal]

You're such a drama queen. [Picking over those clothes on the floor. Come on Sam, do your damn laundry.]

What's the matter with you?

[She's noticing the rolling, dude.]