Room 501, Wednesday Afternoon

[carsexual]

Sam paced his room while he spoke to his mom on the phone:

"No, Mom--Mom, I told you, I can't make it for Thanksgiv--because I'm at boarding school, Mom. In Maryland. No, it's definitely not Virginia, it's a long--no, I can't drive out. I--it's a long--I sure am gonna miss Aunt Ruth's turkey," he said, trying desperately to change the subject. "No one makes it like her." Except maybe an industrial dehydrator. "Yeah, I--you. You what? You invited Mikaela?" Sam dove for his computer to book the next flight home. "Well, I'm sure she has better things to--oh. She's coming?" Yes, there was one in a couple of hours, he could just make it if he, like, ran. Good thing Mr. Stark paid him well. "You know what, Mom, I absolutely will be there. Yeah. Uh-huh. Okay, I love you, bye!"

He scribbled a note to Helen asking her to please feed Mojo and not let him eat Sam's leftover pain pills, then grabbed a duffel and started throwing clothes in it basically at random. He was only going to be gone for a couple of days, after all.

((Establishy, but open if anyone wants to catch Sam before he flees!))

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[carsexual]

"Uh-huh," Sam said. "Yeah, but you don't know him, or you wouldn't suggest I leave a living breathing creature with him. He abuses the robots, for crying out loud. Look, I--I'll owe you one, okay?"

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen blinked. "In that case, no, I wouldn't leave anything there."

She sighed. "Very well. Do I need to walk it and such?"

[carsexual]

"Thank you," Sam said, and, "yeah, he'll just, you know, whine when he wants out," and, "thank you. I'll be back Sunday."

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

She sighed again, but nodded. "I will care for him. Enjoy your holiday."