Room 222 | Thursday Evening

[pursuedthestars]

Jim didn't have much to pack but what he had was all stuffed into his bags. All that was left was to wait around for his portal. It was scheduled for later tonight for some reason and after seeing that the only other portal back home was in a month's time, he'd had to take it.

To pass the time, he was sitting on his stripped bed, playing some stupid game on his phone. He was trying to ignore the fact that he'd miss this place and the people. He was trying to be cool and collected and not at all sentimental because that was the kind of guy he was.

It required a lot of repression. And Jim was a repression expert.

[Open door/post. Jim's last post on island for now and totally good with SP since I'm getting this up a little late.]

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[nomoresportscars]

Jackson came back with a takeaway cup of coffee in hand, and stopped at the door to survey the room. "Oh, good," he said, "does this mean I get to spend my final night here without you ruining my sleep withyour snoring?"

Whether Jim actually snored or not was irrelevant.

[ooc: Super duper late because I was asleep but I can't let Jim go without one last roommate thread zomg.]

[pursuedthestars]

"Well, now I might stay," Jim said without looking up, "if I know you're gonna miss me that much."

[No worries. I got the post up later than I should have so it's all good!]

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson snorted and went to his desk to throw the takeaway cup in the trash.

"Just remember to check you've packed all your crap, I don't want to deal with any of it tomorrow."

[pursuedthestars]

"It's hilarious how you think you can tell me what to do and order me around," Jim said lightly. "Just hysterical. Hasn't worked before and it's not gonna work now so just stop trying, Jackson."

[nomoresportscars]

"So you want your crap to get thrown in the trash where it belongs?"

That's what it sounded like to him!

"Good to know."

[pursuedthestars]

"After I'm gone, you can do whatever you want but the only crap that's gonna be left is the stuff of yours that hasn't been stolen," Jim told him. "So, feel free to throw that crap in the trash."

[nomoresportscars]

"Witty," Jackson drawled. "But that sounds like you're gonna do what I asked ––" Hah. "–– and that's all I care about."

Liar. He didn't care that much about Jim's stuff one way or another.

[pursuedthestars]

"Oooh, you're such a big man, Jackson," Jim said, shaking his head. "Big man who gets scared of small cats. I'm terrified of you."

[nomoresportscars]

"That cat hates me," Jackson told him levelly. Because it was just a fact. "It recognizes a superior beast, or whatever."

[pursuedthestars]

"And you let that cat be the alpha," Jim joked, smirking. "Because you've never done anything but bitch and whine. Moxy owns you."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson glared at him.

Sometimes it felt good to be utterly predictable. Besides, at least he managed to keep the 'I don't have an alpha' to himself, even though it almost came out of his mouth.

[pursuedthestars]

"Oh, I will miss that petulant glare," Jim sing songed at him. "My heart will be an emptier place."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson rolled his eyes, and scoffed a predictable, "Whatever."

He grabbed a few things off his desk, clearly intending to take off again in a moment. He had little interest in hanging out with Jim now, just like he had over their couple of years living together.

"Try not to annoy people too much wherever you're going after this, okay?"

That was as nice as he was going to get.

[pursuedthestars]

"Mmm. No promises," Jim said, shrugging. "Try not to die too prematurely, okay?"

See, they were regular besties.

[Lol yes Jackson, don't DIET too prematurely. DERP.]

[nomoresportscars]

"Hmm."

Well, he'd already done that once. But he wasn't going to say that.

In fact, he didn't say anything further before he walked out the door again.