Room 209, Thursday evening

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Aeryn's actually looking forward to the Coruscant trip tomorrow. It's her first time offplanet in months, and to be completely honest, she's looking forward to seeing where Anakin comes from. That also means she has to pack a little. The door's open, only because she's finding that all of her things are spread between 209 and 238, and every time she thinks she has everything, there's one more thing she's forgotten.

Traveling- even for a night- was much easier when everything was standard issue.


[If anyone needs to talk to Aeryn, door's open for once.]

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"Are you taking anything?" John asks.

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"Change of clothes, basic necessities... And at some point some hair gel ended up in the bag, I'm not sure how."

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"You gel your hair?" John's boggling a little.

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"I may have tried it once when I pulled it back," she admits. "I don't normally. I don't like the way it makes my hair feel. Ignore that I just said that."

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Instead of ignoring it, John laughs. A lot.

"Just don't cut it."

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"Stop laughing or I might."

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"You'll be careful?" John asks, tucking his hands in his pockets.

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"I may be incapable of being anything else," Aeryn says. "Come here."

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He steps closer and smiles at her.

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She takes a step forward to kiss him lightly. "It will be fine," she tells him seriously, staying close.

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"I'm sure it will be," he says and shrugs one shoulder. "And when you're back, I'll believe that one hundred percent."

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"I think you just like being difficult," she says.

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"Sometimes," he admits. "Not when it comes to things like this."

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"I'll be fine." She squeezes his hand. "Fine, fine, fine. Really."

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"I didn't lose my crutches," he says and tightens his grip on her hand.

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Completely calmly, she asks, "What did you do?"

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"Um...they're under my bed." He grins sheepishly.

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"Now I know where they are so I can beat you with them," Aeryn says.

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"Hey!" He tries to pull his hand away. "That's not nice!"

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Like she's letting him get away that easily. She keeps a firm grip on his hand. "You're the one that hid them and lied to me about it," she points out.

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"They hurt and they're annoying," he says and tries to pull away again.

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"LIed to me," she repeats, still not letting him go.

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"They're just crutches," he protests. "They hurt my arms!"

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"Oh, I could hurt your arms," she says. "Lied."

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John's really trying to pull away now. "Aeryn, honey, please. They didn't help me!"