Although she was told to pack light, here Cinque was trudging through the hallways with one massive bag. To be fair, it was hard to tell the difference when you'd had herculean strength all your life. But, to be even more fair she was only staying about a ten minute stuff away from the miscellaneous objects for was dragging in people's way now. Oh yes, Cinque was on her way to the boy's dorm for a sleepover with her newly appointed bffsy Trey. It was hasty and probably ill thought out giving Sir Chatter box this title. However, She had been a tad bit disheartened by the immediately lack of Cater as of late. That girl was always running in and out. How was she (aside from the one and only Mace Princess) to pin her down? In any case, Trey was far more tame. Did almost anything she told him. Which is essentially how to see arranged this whole deal to begin with.
In her excitement, she had packed essentially all her belongings. Her puppy was very lucky to have just narrowly escaped being packed himself. Indeed, the furball would be relieved that Number Five was now upon Number Three's door. A rapid knocking marking her entrance loudly and grandly per usual. "TREYS BIEN~!!! TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYS BIEN~!!!"
