[Sometime during AU week]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[meanwhile at the dorms, a half-pirate and some girl who managed a +3 lockpicking skill in her bag of tricks are trying to break in to "their" room]

This lock is way more sophisticated than the others. You'd think they were worried about unsavory people trying to break in...

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[the_ex_in_xp]

[rolling her eyes fondly at "that'd be weird" because, yes, let's draw the line there]

So I guess that leaves out any sharp weapons any anything with humor not safe for work.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Oh, I don't know, I have a desk at home too...

[the_ex_in_xp]

So...you're encouraging me to send you questionable stuff, just not at your work address?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I just don't want you to not send whatever you want to send.

Though, I mean, you know me and what I like...

[the_ex_in_xp]

For the most part. I do have a history of introducing you to new things that sounded good in theory and then in practice involved more stitches and food poisoning.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

True. But that's also part of what I love about you. So maybe I shouldn't be imposing any restrictions?

[the_ex_in_xp]

You can always impose them later. As long as you let me hear the story about what went terribly wrong.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I wouldn't dream of denying you that, sweetie.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[her lips twitch up a little at the "sweetie" but schools it back]

I'll send you a long distance phone card in case. For details and yelling at me in a way that isn't writing in all caps.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Well, now I'm almost a little worried about what you might be thinking of.

[the_ex_in_xp]

I'd have to see where I ended up before I got any ideas. So don't worry too much yet.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

... so not Toronto, then?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[this is definitely not the time to mention how she and Scott have been in a rough patch]

Toronto's a big city, it has a lot of weird places to choose from. But I've been thinking of taking some time off to go somewhere else.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[you would get lots of consoling hugs? but yes perhaps not]

Oh. Hm. Maybe the west coast?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[considering we just had an awkward love confession and the last time we spent time together involved drunken making out, it's probably good not to tempt fate]

That's for when I might actually want to live there, this is just a detour and I'm going back to Toronto. [says it with conviction more for herself than anything]

I was thinking more...interior, like back at my dad's old cabin.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

In the mountains, right? That could be good.

[the_ex_in_xp]

It's not being used anyway, so I might as well crash there. Clear my head. Or the years' worth of clutter from that dump.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[nodding]

Housecleaning can be really therapeutic. The feeling of a job well done and everything...

[the_ex_in_xp]

[laughs a little]

You know I was always better at making messes than cleaning them up. Fixing up my room is about as far as I go.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I know, I know. I'm just floating the idea, that's all.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Uh-huh, at least I'm tidier than the me who lives here. I'm seeing a lot of hoodies scattered around.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Hey, those could be my hoodies too. You don't know.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[reaching over at it and giving it a closer look, like evidence of paint flecks]

Oh right. I guess it could be. By that would just mean ninja you hasn't found the therapeutic power of house cleaning.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Which is pretty not ninja-y of her.

Maybe that's the point...

[the_ex_in_xp]

What point? She doesn't clean up enough to leave no trace behind? I don't know if that's intentional or just a by product of living with me for a really long time...