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After spending the night in Crichton's room and her entire day in classes, Aeryn finally wanders into her own room-

"Who the frell did what in here?"

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John pokes his head around the corner, huffing out a small laugh at the state of the room before smiling at Aeryn.

"Hey. Did you loan Janet one of your shirts?"

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"Why would I do a thing like that?" she asked, looking over the room and making sure none of her things are visibly missing. Then she thinks about what he said. "Wait, what?"

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John leans heavily against her doorframe. "I think she had on one of your tank tops this morning. The black one." John shakes his head. "I mean, ONE of the black ones. Talked about her other clothes not befitting her and that she took what she wanted."

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Aeryn raises her eyebrows, because even living with other female Peacekeepers, they hadn't routinely shared clothing. "Theft is really secondary compared to this," she says, gesturing around the room. "Suddenly I want a DRD."

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John frowns at the mess of the room. "I live next door. You were with me yesterday. How did we not hear this going on?" John disappears for a second, coming back with a broom and dustpan in his hands. "For the broken dishes," he says with a grin.

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"I think we were a little... distracted yesterday," she reminds him, and gets to work on the cleanup.

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John blushes but smiles at the same time. "Yeah, there's that. Honey, have you seen Janet today?" John asks, sweeping up broken dishes. "She nearly broke my wrist in the library for suggesting she was..." John coughs and clears his throat. "Uh, I didn't say the right thing, apparently."

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Aeryn frowns, because that'll get her attention more than clothing will. "Are you all right?"

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John waves a dismissive hand at the question. "Fine, fine. Nothing broken except pride." Then, an idea strikes, a good one, and he smirks at her. "I mean, yeah, it does hurt. Kiss it and make it better?"

He's either going to get his wish or she's going to roll her eyes at him and both would make him laugh.

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That deserves an eyeroll and it gets one. But Aeryn humors him enough to kiss his wrist, then says, "It's not getting you out of cleaning."

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"Don't you have roommates fort his?" John grouses good naturedly and starts replacing various objects that were displaced in the carnage. He picks up a small, pink shirt and holds it up to his chest. "This yours Aeryn? Pink is so your color after all."

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"Might be O'Neill's," Aeryn says playfully. "Is that what you said to Janet before she hurt you?"

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John balls the pink top up, spin and shoots into a nearby laundry hamper. "No, that wasn't it. I started blaming her behavior on...something only a woman gets. I don't think I was supposed to do that."

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"Probably not," she says, and decides she doesn't want to know. "At least you know how to do it again."

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John slides a few more things into what he hopes are their proper places before sidling up to Aeryn and kissing her cheek. "Gotta do some homework, babe. Missed a lot of it because of yesterday. Kiss me goodnight?"


[OOC: Which means timezones suck and I must hit the bed.]

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She does, and smiles. "Good night."

(OOC: One of us needs to move.)

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OOC: *dies* *is amused that John has learned from his mistake*

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[OOC: He can learn! Sometimes. ;)]