- second floor hallway - friday evening - 1/08 -

Jan 08, 2010 22:09

Fiona and Griff had made their way back up the stairs in a reasonably happy mood. Both of them were a little darker for their time in the sun and on the sand, and Fiona had a bag full of all the things she'd gotten for friends and family alike. The largest item was probably the instrument she'd gotten for Eliot: she didn't know what it was or how ( Read more... )

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youcantfollow January 9 2010, 03:19:04 UTC
About to reply smartly to her comment, Griff stopped in his tracks, nearly dropping his bag of small purchases at his feet when he spotted his art messily taped up and piles of books littered against the walls. "What's this, then?"

Nothing like a blood rage to finish up a really nice week away from the drama.

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cutsthestrings January 9 2010, 03:29:47 UTC
Fiona turned as he asked and blinked at the collection of what seemed to be... a significant portion of Griff's things.

"I don't know. I--" and she plucked the sign up off of the pile to hand to him.

"Don't want to assume, but" and that came with a meaningful glance at the door to Griff's room.

She wasn't angry, not quite yet. She was too busy trying to work out how this made any sense whatsoever. As soon as she concluded that it didn't and that it just meant that Alex was a complete asshole (which wouldn't take long for her, considering her usual feelings on him) the rage would rise up, red and unforgiving.

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youcantfollow January 9 2010, 03:35:09 UTC
"Free to a good home," Griff read from the sign before tearing it in half and tossing it crankily towards the door to 220. "Bloody brilliant, Karev, kick me out while I'm gone, that's excellent. Excellent." The muttering was really not a good sign.

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cutsthestrings January 9 2010, 03:40:01 UTC
Fiona glared at the pieces of the sign as if it was its fault before turning to Griff.

"It's not his place to kick you out. And it definitely wasn't his place to give away your things."

She raised her hand to knock on the door.

"He doesn't let you in, I'll cut the stupid door in half."

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