The door to room 326 was open. Inside, one red-head paced the length of the room, seemingly memorizing. Her cat watched her from the empty bed, his tail beating a rythmic pattern into the mattress. Alanna was very interuptable. And not on the verge of crying, really. It was just so dusty in the room and she had to blink a lot.
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Parker had a small package in her hand, wrapped in a gold scarf, and small bag in the other. "So. Um." She handed over the bag. "Shrimp. And a bottle of cream. And some caviar. I don't know, he might like it?"
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Too many memories, of fights in France and on the Island, of ankles fixed and bottles of wine drunk and rambling conversations about gods. "So."
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"Bye, Faithful," she said quietly. "Thanks for everything. I know you'll look out for her and snark at her a lot so she won't be too lonely, without me having to say it."
She straightened, and gave Alanna the best smile she could, taking a couple steps backwards toward the door. "Happy trails. Bon voyage. Au revoir." Parker swallowed hard. "See ya," she whispered, turning to leave.
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