Room 327, Friday Morning

[twintuitionist]

In Juliet's word, Friday morning meant time to start getting ready for the weekend.

Today, though, Friday seemed to mean ... not much in particular. She texted back and forth with a few people from New York, but it just got depressing hearing about the fun she wasn't having. So she called Jeremy out of boredom, but even he didn't pick up

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[stars_and_money]

Jeremy didn't show up before his class because he'd gotten her messages, because he hadn't. He had, however, come across a cream angora sweater that clearly wasn't his while rummaging through his stuff for a belt he seemed to have misplaced.

He stopped in the doorway, sweater in hand, and frowned at her.

"You're up? Why aren't you picking up your calls? I left like three messages."

[twintuitionist]

"I don't know, because you didn't call?" Juliet said grumpily. "Why didn't you pick up? Unless you really were out doing something awesome."

She glanced to what was in his hand, smiling a bit. "Oh, hey, you found my sweater."

[stars_and_money]

"It was in my stuff," he replied, about as grumpily, as he walked over to shove said clothing item at her. But gently. "Like I said in the messages I left you."

[twintuitionist]

"You didn't leave me any messages," Juliet insisted, shoving her phone back at him. (Of course he knew her password -- she had another phone for anything not brother-safe.) "Look, you can check."

He might find one new message.

"Didn't you get my messages?"