Room 206, Thursday Morning

[importantman]

Packing. There was packing to be done, if Valentine was going to be headed back to his own world to seek out the MirrorMask

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[dojima_hime]

Dōjima paused outside the door for a moment before tapping lightly. "Hey, performance artist, you home?"

[importantman]

"Not yet," Valentine replied, before glancing over at the doorway.

Ah, yes. That would be... Naminé's little sister, wouldn't it? They'd met. Once. Happy meeting, that had been.

[dojima_hime]

"That's right, you're graduating, aren't you?" Dōjima just made herself comfortable leaning on the doorframe, not quite sure how to proceed. Naminé had talked about her artists, but Dōjima didn't actually know him.

How do you say 'Hey, your girlfriend wanted me to take your cat.'?

[importantman]

"I am."

The word didn't seem like as big an occasion as he had thought it might be. Graduation. A huge accomplishment. Bigger and better things.

And all of that.

"I don't know what to do with her things," he said. Conversationally, of course.

[inthereflexes]

"Dammit!" Jack said, trying to juggle three balls in the hallway. He'd make that Valentine show him how to juggle if it's the last thing he did.

[ooc: sp?]

[importantman]

There was cursing, out in the hallway. And Valentine would have ignored it, except that it was so very distracting.

He peered out into the hall.

"Dammit?"

[ooc: sp bigtime. Heading off to work now!]

[inthereflexes]

"Dammit!" Jack said, sending one ball flying in a vaguely Valentiney direction and one to crash on his own foot. "Ow! Stupid juggling!" he protested, all flummoxed.

[ooc: yay espy!]

[importantman]

Valentine caught the ball. And he stared at it. And then he stared at Jack.

"What the hell are you attempting to do?"

Because it certainly didn't appear to be any form of juggling that he was familiar with.