Room 304, Wednesday night

Angela was not in the most birthdayriffic of moods as she unlocked the door to her room Wednesday evening.

Having a nightmare, getting slimed, having a test, and finding out one of your favorite teachers is leaving will do that to a girl. Unable to deal with people, she spent most of the afternoon after class on the beach, watching the waves and thinking. But even if her day had gone much, much better, she still would have felt something -- make that someone --important had been missing.

She bit her lip and hoped he was okay, somewhere, as she turned her doorknob.

Apparently, he was okay, because he was standing in her dorm room, grinning like an idiot.

...and all thoughts of tests, slime, or nightmares fell out of her head. It's a good thing Angela lives on a fairly quiet floor, because her squeal of delight would have brought at least half her class running if she lived on two.

"You'rebackyou'rebackyou'reback!" she said, crushing him in a hug.

Marty winced slightly at the crushing hug, but happily returned it.

"Miss me, birthday girl?"

( Cuteness follows. )

[OOC: Preplayed with oatmanspatient and okay for broadcast. No interruption possible, but let the peanut gallery begin. And now, I am offline until tomorrow.]