25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Morning

[so_hawkward]

Clint was almost always glad to miss out on island craziness, but he was especially happy after listening to the radio today. He couldn't think of anyone he'd lost that he'd actually want to see again, which was probably sad and depressing, but he didn't mind. He was much happier focusing on the people he still had, which today meant stopping to

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[throughaphase]

Kitty was on the sofa, working on her final tomorrow, and she looked so relieved at the break. "Oooh, and you brought stuff."

[so_hawkward]

"A bunch of stuff, since I wasn't sure what type of bagel you were in the mood for," Clint said, laying everything out on the counter. "How's the final coming?"

[throughaphase]

"On like its third revision," she said, getting up to follow him. "You'd think I'd learn to not leave it till the last minute in case of weird weekends."

[so_hawkward]

"At least the kids didn't show up this weekend, or people might be too messed up to take the final," Clint said. "Not that they might be in better shape this week."