Room 238, Sunday afternoon

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After leaving the common room, Aeryn brings Cameron back to 238. After all, if she and Vala couldn't tell them apart while they were wearing the same clothing, Cam could probably borrow clothes from the room. And Aeryn may hit the next person who calls John pudgy just for that reason.

"There may be some things in the closet," she says, though for all she knows it's only her stuff and Angel's, and John's clothes are all on the floor.

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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron only now notices John and lowers his voice. "Good," he says and hopes it's a good sign or something. He pulls out a jeans, shirt and sweatshirt which look pretty clean. Then turns and stares at Aeryn for a moment. "Err... Can I use the bathroom to get changed?" Being homeless sucks.

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All things considering, she wasn't planning on him changing out here. "Go ahead," she nods.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Cool, thanks." Cameron bounces into the bathroom to get changed.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

He's not typically a light sleeper but something wakes John up. So, he rolls over, rubs his eyes and looks around, still adjusting to just waking up.

"Anyone there?" John calls out blearily.

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"Hi," she tells him quietly. She nods toward the bathroom door. "I told Cameron he could borrow some clothes."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John blinks a little and peers at the bathroom door. Sounds of muttered cursing can be heard and John blinks some more.

"Okay." He yawns and stretches. "I'm, um, gonna stay here because I'm only in a pair of boxers and much as I like Cam, I don't like him that much."

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She nods in agreement. "That would be why he's in there," she tells him.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

There's a sound of something falling to the ground. Probably a person. "Stupid sand!"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John's still blinking at the door.

"Where'd you find him?"

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"Common room," she says. "He's locked out of the room and was going to try to paint in those pants."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Oh." John really wishes he woke up a little easier. "So...how are you?" Because really, he can't think of anything else to say.

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She sits on the edge of the bed. "Better," she answers, ignoring the cursing from the bathroom. "You?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Okay." He nods and smiles sleepily at her. "He's not gonna break anything in there? And ruin my pants, is he?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron opens the door, eyeing the jeans warily. "Dude, do you have a belt or something?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Then take them off and put the leather pants back on," John grumbles. "I don't want you rubbing against my jeans anyway."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I don't want them falling down either," Cameron might be slightly exaggerating, but only slightly.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Then take them off, put them down, put your leather pants back on and be happy," John growls.