Room 206, Monday Morning

[palestshadow]

Lacking a better place to sleep, Amber had found her way back to room 206 Sunday night, relieved to see that the drunken Irish degenerate had been nowhere in sight.

Naminé, on the other hand, woke up very much hoping that somehow the drunken Irish degenerate had found his way home last night, after she fell asleep. But the room was empty

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[importantman]

Tommy Ryan had had himself a grand time last night at the bar, talking with insane people about different time periods and being entirely certain that Jack Dawson had lost his mind entirely. And that was coming from the bloke who was stranded on an island for no good reason.

So, when it was a Valentine who tiredly stumbled into his room the next day instead of a Tommy? Well, suffice it to say, this was the first time that Fandom had entirely buggered up who he was where he really couldn't complain about the outcome at all.

"I'm home," he announced, entirely too pleasantly for someone who had been out all night. He wasn't worried about Naminé being herself again- he'd been in Fandom long enough to know better than to be too concerned about coming home to a rude little momma's girl starlet.

[palestshadow]

"Valentine," she said, standing up quickly. And flushing. "You ... you're back. And you again. That was you, wasn't it? That ... I was so rude to."

[importantman]

Valentine grinned and offered her a shrug of his shoulders.

"I'm me, you're you, we're us again. Whatever happened over the weekend really doesn't matter now, does it?" Again, drunken Irishman. Good weekend. "Fandom at its finest, luv."

[palestshadow]

Naminé closed her eyes. "Valentine, I ... when I wasn't me. That girl, she was ... rude, and unpleasant, and she ..."

She bit her lip. How did she even say something like this?