Room 318, Monday Morning

[lockestheway]

Most of Fandom's students were coming back replenished and relaxed after a week's worth of vacation. Peter was coming back exhausted and drained off of a week's worth of campaigning, taking him from South Africa through Namibia up along the coast, before flying back to Haiti. Where he had spent at least two days being scrutinized and lectured by

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[makemyownway]

Cade whacked on the door with his knuckles. "I brought you back something from Italy. Open up."

[lockestheway]

Oh, god. That guy. "If it's a dead animal, I don't want it," Peter snapped.

[makemyownway]

"It's a naked person," Cade said, then paused. "A picture of a statue of a naked person. I'm wearing clothes."

[lockestheway]

That, at least, snapped Peter out of his moping fit. He turned around on the bed. "Why are you bringing me a picture of a statue of a naked person?" he asked. "Can't get off without including somebody else?"

[whenshewasnice]

If you can see this text, you should turn your phone off and take a real break.

Natalie thought she could hear whining all the way from Haiti. Or maybe that was just the sound of her own personal drama finally calming down.

[lockestheway]

I'm on my bed, I'm taking a break, but your concern is heartwarming and noted.

Weren't you glad Peter wasn't whining near you anymore?

[whenshewasnice]

Kind of, admittedly.

Noted and then discarded. Had to try, though.

[lockestheway]

I have another conference call in an hour and twenty-four minutes, Peter texted back. I'll have a break when I'm dead.