Room 502, Tuesday Night

[withoutverona]

Romeo was done putting together his bag for his trip to Verona, and now he was sitting on his bed, frowning at the rest of his room a bit.

He was seeing it clearly, now; the room was all but brimming with sixteen months worth of books and papers and clothes and the odd bit of rubbish that had never quite made it into a bin. When Teyla lived there, he'd been neater about his things, but now that she didn't he only had to be tidy enough that Dojima wouldn't flee screaming when she visited.

And, soon enough, it would all need to be boxed up and discarded, sent home to Verona, or shipped off to Tokyo.

He thought about doing some of the organizing tonight, but, ultimately, settled in with his journal. There were things on his mind.

[OOC: Open door -- I just felt like posting him]

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[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen knocked lightly on the door jamb. "So... you will be leaving soon after graduation?"

[the_merriest]

"I hate packing," Rikku announced, lounging in his doorway. "Especially this kind, where everything has to go back with you."