Room 406, Late afternoon/early evening NFB

[izzyalienqueen]

After stopping by the lobby to meet her secret sibling and then stopping by Peter's to say hello, Isabel returned to her room. Looking at a blank page in her notebook she started writing the letter she'd been putting off for so long.

Dear Alex...

And then she sat and stared at the blank page.

[The door's open. Primarily for soldtoarmenians but open to all.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander emerged from the closet with a whiteboard in one hand, and a roll of duct tape in the other. He didn't appear to have heard anything out of the ordinary, but then again, there were plenty of words still ringing in his ears, so he might be just a little, well, distracted.

He ripped a large piece of duct tape off the roll, and secured it firmly over his mouth.

On the whiteboard he scrawled with a dry-erase market from his desk:

NEVER.
SPEAKING.
AGAIN.

and held it up to show his roommate.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel was mostly over her giggles, and did in fact manage to keep them from starting up again when Xander taped his mouth shut.

"Oh Xander, I'm sure it'll be better in the morning."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, his face a color that might have been better suited to, well, a Mountie uniform, wiped off the board with his sleeve, wrote, then held it up again, not looking directly at her.

//There is no morning. There is only Zul me leaving.//

He cleared and scrawled again, and held the board up over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys from his desk and headed out the door.

//May be back. Someday. Plz feed frog if not.//