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]

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?"

[can_be_more]

"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.

[can_be_more]

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.