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

[howareyanow]

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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[mother_forker]

“Heading home cowboy?” Eleanor asked as she watched the boy pack from the doorway. “I was counting on mocking you for one more free breakfast.”

[howareyanow]

And to think there was a time when she refused to even touch any of his free breakfasts!

Wayne wasn't one to just take the bait, though.

Sometimes.

At least not until a proper greetin' was had, at any rate, which meant turning his head to give a nod and the expected "Eleanor. How are ya now?"

[mother_forker]

Really Wayne? Could you just not start a conversation without that first?

"I'm fine, Wayne," Eleanor said with an eyeroll. "And how are you?"

[howareyanow]

He could've! And he had! Several times! But sometimes you just had to lean a little extra hard on what was proper...and habit.

"Ohh," he recited, determined, in reply, "not so bad! And Astrid and Troy'll be handling breakfast from now on."

He gave it mebbe a month, if that, and only on account of Astrid.

"I remember back when you wouldn't even go near it, when you first started up here..."

[mother_forker]

"Yeah. Well. I still want you to know that even though I ate your breakfast, I don't owe you anything or it," Eleanor said firmly, because even now that weakness rankled her. "And I'm not going to be here longer than the end of the week anyway. I'm just going to throw whatever I have in a bag and bolt."

[howareyanow]

Well. It was good to be reminded of something that he'd straight up told her right from the get-go, he s'posed.

"Where to?" Wayne asked.