Monday Morning/Afternoon, Room 220

[swerval_zero]

The door is propped open on what looks like a disaster zone as Zero frantically tries to pack up everything before she leaves tomorrow. She'll be gone all June summer, after all.

She has a strawberry milkshake, and Fish is perched on one of the bedposts, occasionally chirping, "Danke schoen! Are you my mummy! Pretty bird! Pretty bird!" Come visit her. She'll give you a milkshake.

If she can get to the fridge, that is.

((Edit: The door is now closed, and you'd better have a really good reason for interrupting the room's occupants.))

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"A little bit," Peter said. "Trust me, it makes much more sense when I'm running around in spandex."

[swerval_zero]

"Mmm, spandexy boyfriend."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Knowing that thoughts of me in spandex can generate that kind of reaction is really kind of nice," Peter said.

[swerval_zero]

"Well, I've seen photos. And that actor did you no justice."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"He also had my voice completely wrong. That's what happens when they miss my age by about fifteen years, I guess," Peter said.

Then he realized that Zero was complimenting him some more. "Um. I mean, thanks." Aww, he was lushing. How cute.

[swerval_zero]

"Yeah, the whole thing was kinda wacky. You're welcome. I guess. Um."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Spandex always makes conversations difficult," Peter said. "I know this from experience."

"So, September. That's a long time, even with a visit or two. That's going to suck."

[swerval_zero]

"We should make the best of what little time we have."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Why, whatever could you mean by that, dear?" Peter asked.

[swerval_zero]

"We could...associate freely?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Hmm," Peter said. "I think that's a very good suggestion." He walked over to the door and closed it. He then walked back to Zero and kissed her deeply. "I'm going to miss that a lot."

[swerval_zero]

And Zero kissed Peter back.

And anybody knocking on that door better have a damn good reason.

La la la, fade to black, la la la.