Room 307, Thursday afternoonish

[forgottenpants]

Pete was in a positively gleeful mood.

He also still had a crossbow bolt sticking out of his forehead just underneath the brim of his hat.

He'd just been expelled, and he couldn't be happier.

He was packing away his meager belongings and debating whether or not it was worth it to try and bring the laptop so he could play more Oregon Trail on his ride home, all while whistling "Turkey in the Straw" cheerfully to himself.

[ooc: door and post is open for your last chance to interact with Pete Hutter before he rides off into the sunset. Be aware, if he didn't like you, he will mock you greatly, since he knows he never has to see you again.]

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Never seeing....

"You're leaving?" Yes, Walter looked pleased.

[forgottenpants]

Pete did a happy dance. "I got expelled! I'm going home!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Outstanding!" Walter exclaimed. "And Happy Christmas to me!"

[forgottenpants]

"Just glad we never got around to a rematch, eh, Wally? Because you knew this time, I'd end you!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter chortled. "You weren't even a warmup for fighting a marshmallow."

[forgottenpants]

"Well, if that's the sort of fight that you regularly get into, I can see whereas you had some trouble fightin' me."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You were such an amazing disappointment." Walter said it without rancor, eyes following the bobbing arrow in Pete's forehead. "I didn't even bruise my knuckles laying you out."

[forgottenpants]

"I was merely lettin' you warm up, but then you left."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You were unconscious."

Bob. Bob. Bob.

[forgottenpants]

"That's what I wanted you to believe!"