Room 527, Thursday Morning

[missed_the_gate]

Thursday mornings were the perfect mornings to sleep in and then lounge around after his morning run. John had no classes, he had no job, he could do whatever he liked with his day.

And he liked sending e-mail.

To: Luke
From: John Subject: You'll never believe the stare

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[solo_sword]

The sad thing about gremlin bites was that by now, Jaina wasn't feeling the need to just hide in bed anymore. It helped that her comm would keep going off anyway, but that wasn't the point. So once she'd answered a couple calls to try and normalize and get that kriffing song out of her head, she went upstairs, opening the cracked door and stepping inside (and kind of wondering what a cracked door meant for John's pants situatuion).

"Love-A-Lot's dead," Jaina announced. "I killed her."

[missed_the_gate]

He wasn't even surprised she'd shown up of her own accord, and his pants were very much there despite that fact.

"Did you hug her to death?" John asked, thoroughly amused.

[solo_sword]

"Yeah, no, though that is one avenue of fighting I don't think I'll be studying anytime soon," she sighed. There was nothing wrong with hugging. There was something very very wrong with yesterday, though. "So how far has the video gotten?" She was hoping it'd only gotten maybe as far as Lois.

[missed_the_gate]

"I already sent it to Luke, with instructions to pass it around just in case you managed to pry it from my cold, dead hands," John smirked.