Room 220, Friday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Everything was packed up, her guitar was securely in its case, and Fish's cage was even covered and ready for transport. Now all Zero had to do was ferry it all down to Dave and point the big teal van toward Flange City.

Except for how she really didn't want to.

((Open to all! Last chance to say goodbye to Zero!))

Comments

[swerval_zero]

"I'm gonna miss you, too, Daisy. But you keep in touch, y'hear? Send an e-mail, text message, pigeon, whatever."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I will. Promise. Least, until I go home, but with any luck I won't be cut off there."

[swerval_zero]

"Yeah, try not to let that happen," Zero advised him.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I'll do my best," Anders replied. "Knowing you and Parker, you'd find a way to come kick my ass for not keeping in touch otherwise."

[swerval_zero]

"Oh, we have our ways," Zero said in a slightly evil manner. "So, um. I guess this is goodbye."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That, I'll believe of you any time," Anders retorted. He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, then held his arms out halfway. "Hug before you go?"

[swerval_zero]

Zero hugged him tightly. "'Bye, Daisy. Think about that tattoo. It'll help me distinguish you from all the other yous."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders laughed and hugged her back, suddenly realizing the purpose in the canon wedding-tattoo now. "I'll give it a thought," he promised. "Don't go calling anyone else out there in the real world Daisy, okay?"