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Who: Heero Yuy and Olive Penderghast
What: And then Heero accidentally graduated. :V
When: Some time today.
Where: Olive's room.
Warnings: Nope.

Heero had been lying low for the last several days, thinking things over and trying to decide what his next move should be. There were moments where he didn't want to leave, necessarily. Being on the Barge had

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Olive had been in a funk. Martha was gone, Snape was gone, Remus was gone, she couldn't find Summer anywhere and assumed she was gone too - not to mention Jon, and Ghost, and more or less all of the people she'd come to really like here. Heero was back, and that had almost made everything else better. But the funk was still present and...funky, and she had spent the last hour laying on her bed and carving things into an orange with her thumb nail.

When she heard the knock, she lifted her head enough to yell, "Come in," then let her chin droop over the foot of her bed again, working on a flower petal. "It's open!"

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He raised an eyebrow slightly before opening the door and heading in, closing it behind him. He wasn't necessarily surprised to see Olive looking pretty bummed out, but at the same time, it bothered him. He might not have a problem with being here for the rest of forever - or, prior to going home, he hadn't had one - but Olive shouldn't be here. And it really bothered him that she might at this point be staying around just because he couldn't quite figure out what he needed to do to get out of here.

"Are you okay?"

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"Hey," she said, and perked up enough to prop herself up on her elbows. "Yeah, I'm awesome. Look, I'm being artistic and everything." She tossed the orange toward him, a little off target, but close enough for him to catch. Especially since he was a much better athlete than her.

Olive inched over to make room for him, and patted the bed beside her. "What's up?"

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He caught the orange almost without looking at it and studied the designs she'd been carving into the skin with an expression that might have registered as interest to someone familiar with him before coming over to sit next to her. It was strange, to be coming in here and thinking maybe this was actually it.

"I've been talking to some people."