howareyanow | Room 301; Late Sunday Afternoon [05/02].

Wayne was never really one fer too much dilly-dallying.

(Well, with perhaps some exceptions for certain conversations he should be having before leaving, but he was clearly saving the harder stuff for later.)

And now that he was graduated, it just made the most sense to head on back home with Katy at the end of the day. He supposed he could have put it off a couple more days, get in one more Monday Morning Breakfast, take his time with the whole thing, but that was the thing about farming. A week's delay could make a world of a difference, and getting back now would be prime time to get everything prepped for planting. If he waited a week, there was a good chance he could have missed a good window for it, and, well, you miss a window like that, it would throw your whole year off, realleh. So he figgured the sooner he got back to chorin', back to the farm, the better.

He didn't really have too much to pack up, either, so he knew that wouldn't take too long...

Wayne was never really one fer too much dilly-dallying. But if packin' 'er up and making sure he didn't accidentally leave something behind took him a little longer than in ought to, then, wel....

[[ and this, alas, shall be my final Wayne post, as I'll be sending him off back to the farm and into the sunset, door and post are very much open, though likely with some SP ]]

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Welp. This saved him the trouble of having to track Shuri down a little later once the packing was done, although it was pretty clear by the room being even more stark than even before that the packing was pert'near finished anyway. Wayne gave her a bit of a stiff nod in response.

"Good," he said; not entirely the truth but not entirely a lie, neither. Mostly just what you were exposed to say. "N'you?"

Shuri's smile went a little quavery. "Fine."

Oh....bother. Wayne wasn't any good at this sort of thing regularly, he was definitely not going to be any good at it if there was quavering.

He grunted faintly, mostly at his mostly finished suitcases, and squinted his brows at them a little too.

"So!" he tried. "MIT, eh?"

Shuri grinned. "If Tony Stark went there, how difficult can it really be?"

"Fer you?" asked Wayne, his attention snapping over to Shuri to give a sort of a visual overview and assessment before his gaze shifted to some unknown point in the distance with his confident conclusion. "Not even a little! You'll hardly break a sweat, more'n likeleh."

Shuri's smile turned sweeter. "Thank you. I'll text you and let you know?"

Turns out, the sweeter smiles might actually make this worse than the quavering ones. Wayne tucked his thumbs into his belt loops with his next nod.

"Looking forward to it!" he said, and he would be, too. "Prob'ly not as much excitin' coming from my end, though there'll prob'ly be pups along the way."

Ohhhh, Shuri, he could send you so many pics of pups.

"Puppy pictures are always good," Shuri said. "I'll send them to Okoye."

Wayne nodded again, mentally nudging contacting some of the other local breeders a little higher on his current to-do list once he got back. Maybe they could finally even find a stud fer Stormy; he always did say she'd have the most beautiful pups...if she didn't keep tryin' to kill all her studs, anywhey...

And then...he didn't quite know what else to say.

He knew there was probably some stuff he should say.

He just didn't really know how.

"So..." he started.

It wasn't...a great start. Considering that was pretty much as far as it managed to get.

And the wobble was back in her lower lip. "So," she said, nodding. "It has been absolutely lovely knowing you?"

Was that something people said? Shuri had no idea. This was her first breakup.

Funnily enough, it wasn't quite Wayne's first, but that was still generally around the ballpark of what he might've said himself.

Also, generally, his exes didn't usually come with armed guards.

"Real fucking lovely," he agreed. "Couldn't've asked fer a better time..."

"All of the dances," she said with a smile, "and whatever Dean Skywalker made us do--"

"School trips," Wayne added, just about as fondly as Wayne could get, which wasn't very, but it was there if you knew where to look. "Coffee."

A pause.

He gave Shuri a bit of a side-eye.

"Thanksgiving traditions."

Don't think that turkey hat wasn't likely to make very drunken appearances every Thanksgiving from the moment Katy found it on out...

Shuri burst out giggling. "The most important Thanksgiving traditions!"

That giggle was entirely unfair, but managed to pu a odd, quiet, sad sort of smile out of Wayne...and maybe a little bit of the emotions he was having such a hard.time trying to manuever around.

"M'gonna miss you, Shuri," he managed in a murmur. "You're gonna do great."

"Thank you," Shuri said, stepping closer. "And this is just...goodbye for now. It was a secret--" nope, "--but I am the Wakandan princess and I have never been to Canada, which I think will need to be rectified at some point."

Especially if there were puppies to inspect.

"There'll always be a place.fer you at the farm," Wayne assured her.

In thrilling, exciting, exotic Letterkenny, Ontario.

Fer T'Challa, too, even, if need be, though Wayne wouldn't be nearly as excited about that.

They had enough cows already.

T'Challa would not miss Wayne.

Shuri would, though.

"It's a date then," she said, wiping at her eyes. "For later."

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