33 Apocalypse Ave., Sunday Evening

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Tyler paced the front porch, dribbling a basketball and waiting for Murdock. He'd made plans to show the other teacher the rooms free in the house; it kept getting quieter as people moved out, and now it was just him and the kid who said he was a doctor.

But possibly not for long.

[OOC: For Murdock, but open if you're in the 'hood.]

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Tyler handed over a key. "Whenever you can get your stuff here. I'm at the office tomorrow, and I teach Friday, but I'd be around to help the rest of the week."

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Murdock stuffed the key into his inside jacket pocket. "Thanks man. Shouldn't really need much help, though. I ain't got that much. Just need to close out at the hotel and haul a few bags over. Possibly Tuesday? I got class on Wednesday and office hours Thursday."

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"Tuesday works," Tyler said, allowing a small smile. "See you then."