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When Colby opened the door, Erica's head was down as her thumbs worked furiously at her phone, texting away. She looked up quickly when she realized the door was open, grinning at her friend, and making her way inside once she was invited. "Sorry, got distracted you could say," she admitted, waving the phone briefly, before tucking it away into one of the pockets of her shorts. She made her way over to Colby's roommate's bed, flopping casually onto it, her arms folding behind her neck as she propped up onto the pillows. Once her legs were crossed, and she was all comfortable, she fixed her friend with another smile. "Did you miss me? Separation anxiety, baby??" she teased, giving a mock pout.
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"Uh, I don't do boyfriends. I'm just texting your brother," Erica retorted, grinning wildly over at Colby. It may or may not have been true, but she didn't look like she was in the mood to say.
She snuggled up more comfortably when Colby did, resting her head back onto the roommate's pillows, arms stretching out on either side of her. "Same old stuff. I've been just going to class and practice.. we're never done training. It's like, play a game, work out asses off for a week, play another game.. but I love it."
Erica turned on her side more, facing Colby more fully. "What about you? Nothing new and brilliant?"
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