Priestly and Jen's apartment, Santa Cruz, Sunday night

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had been in a mood all day. Zo hadn't had any ideas, so he was stuck sitting on the couch, staring at his phone, willing someone from Fandom to call and tell him everything was okay.

Jen had tried doing some searches online, but hadn't turned up anything. After awhile, she just gave him a sad smile and headed off to her room to give him some space.

[ooc: for one in particular, but open to any in Fandom who might want to call.]

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[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, but I could be making food for people right now if I was there."

"Priestly, you don't have to feed everyone!"

"Fine, you can make dinner tomorrow night!" Priestly shook his head. "You sound like you're gonna fall over, Dinah. Get some sleep."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"'kaaay," Dinah agreed, giggling over Jen and Priestly's argument. "Love you, Priestly. Don't worry. Tell Jen I said 'hey' and I'll bring her a T-shirt. I'll see you in three weeks."

[lovemykilt]

"I'll hunt you down if I don't. Take care of yourself, okay?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You too. Don't you get hurt in some freak surfing or skateboarding accident before I get there." Dinah yawned again. "Okay, seriously, stupid body... night, Priestly!"

[lovemykilt]

"Night, Dinah." Priestly hung up and spent a moment looking at the phone. He looked back up at Jen, who was watching him curiously.

"You normal now?" she asked.

"Who, me?"

"What'd she say?"

"She's gonna bring you a t-shirt."

"Your friends are weird."

"That's why I love you."