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]

"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.