Room 409

[dorky_broots]

Broots was packing using the highly organized method of stuffing things into a suitcase and hopping they fit. His laptops, cell phone, and Ipod were still sitting out. At the rate he was packing, he would probably still be getting ready to leave by his graduation.

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[lovechildblair]

Blair walked in, carrying a plate of leftovers from dinner downstairs. "Hey Broots, I brought food!"

[dorky_broots]

"Yay." Ooooh a t-shirt. T-shirt go flying into suitcase. "Um, yeah. Leaving."

[lovechildblair]

"Leaving?" Blair frowned. "The room?"

[dorky_broots]

Broots flapped. "School. At least for a bit. Cause...parents. And ... trip, and yeah." Broots? Not big on macking sense.