Wednesday Afternoon, Room 304

[chasingangela]

After a morning spent scraping gook out of the mini-fridge in the assistant's lounge, all Angela wants is a nice, hot shower. That, and possibly some time in a decontamination ward.

There isn't a decontamination ward on the floor, so she settles for the shower. Unfortunately, after she steps out of the shower, she's confronted by the pile of stuff she got at IKEA.

The bedspread is easy enough to put on the bed; so are the lamp and the new posters. But the bookshelf and the chair?

She hopes someone will help her put them together before she breaks either the furniture or herself.

[OOC: Her door is open. Come bug her.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

After greeting some of the new students in the Lobby, Marty makes his way to Angela's room and knocks on the open door.

"Did I hear there was some damage to somebody's thumb? I've brought band-aids."

[chasingangela]

"Yes," Angela says, sulkily, around the thumb in her mouth. "I banged it somehow, and now there's blood. Hurts."

"And hello, stranger. How you?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine and I'd hardly call myself a stranger," Marty says with a small grin.

He takes Angela's wounded hand. "Let me take a look at it."

[chasingangela]

"But I haven't seen you since Sunday," Angela says, in as drama-queenly a manner as she can muster. "I miss you."

She gives her hand to him. "It's not that bad," she admits, and it isn't; really just a bad scratch on the outside of her thumb.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Sunday? No that can't be right I..." Marty thinks about it for a second. "Yeah it was Sunday wasn't it? Sorry."

He gives Angela a quick peck on the cheek and leads her into the bathroom. "Let's get this wound cleaned up."

[chasingangela]

"Okay..." Angela says, in a small voice, feeling a little guilty as she runs cool water over the wound. It really isn't that big a deal; she just wanted to see him.

"So have you been doing anything fun?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty winces a little at the tone in her voice. "Nothing really. Watched some TV. Hung out. Then I made a bunch of inedible cupcakes this morning."

He helps clean up Angela's thumb, dries it and applies some kind of ointment and a band-aid. He finishes it off by kissing her thumb.

"There you go. All better. How was the trip to IKEA?"

[chasingangela]

Now it's Angela's turn to wince. She doesn't like the edge to their conversation, yet she isn't sure exactly where it went wrong.

"IKEA was fun. Parker and Zero got into a pillow fight and got us escorted out. I might have bought too much stuff. Want to help put it together? I mean, unless you're busy with other things."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiled a little. "That sounds like Parker and Zero."

Marty looks over the furniture that's around the room. "Sure. Be happy to help with the furniture. What is this? A Bookcase?"

Marty leans over and starts reading looking at the assembly instructions. "So what have you been up to other than IKEA?"

[chasingangela]

"Also nothing much," Angela says. "Watched martial arts movies last night. Scraped leftovers gone terribly wrong out of the fridge in the assistants lounge this morning."

She shoves her hands in her pockets and studies the instructions with him. "This doesn't look too hard, I guess. Thanks for the help, anyhow." Then, hesitantly: "Can I ask you something?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty blinks a little. "Uh. Yeah sure," he says as he tries to lay out some of the peices. "What's up?"

[chasingangela]

Angela takes one of the pieces from him and reverses it, snapping together a shelf. "Um." She says, a little flustered. "Is everything okay? I feel like other than New Years -- which was amazing -- we've been kind of ... not together all that much, lately. And, like, you kiss my cheek all the time, which is fine, but ... I don't know. Not boyfriendish, y'know? I guess I just want to know if we're still good."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty hesitated a little before he rolled his eyes and took on a joking tone. "Come on... You mean just because I'm not all over you like Cally on Anders that I'm not being boy friend enough?"

[chasingangela]

"Not what I said," Angela says, clearly defensive, then forces a slight smile. "I guess I just haven't been in a relationship that lasted this long before, so I don't really know what I'm doing. But if you're happy and aren't, like, suddenly repulsed by me, I'm happy."

She goes back to assembling the bookcase. "Do you see the fourth screw? The instructions say there should be one."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks at Angela for a second then pushes the instructions the side.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I... I wasn't trying to avoid you or felt repulsed by you. I mean... I'm happy," he says with a catch in his throat.

"Are you?"

[chasingangela]

"Yes?" Angela says, her own voice catching.

"I just don't want things to be weird between us because of me being old, or whatever. I'm probably just being all oversensitive."

Impulsively, she hugs him tightly. "I need you, you know that?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty returns the hug, maybe hugging little more tightly than he intended too.

"I know. I need you too."

He gives her a kiss on the cheek, then winces a little before soft kissing her on the lips.

"Better?"

[chasingangela]

"Mmm," Angela answers. "But ... I mean, it's not just about kissing." She sighs. "You know what? I'm being dumb. But we should try and do something datey this weekend anyhow."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives her small smile. "Sounds good to me. Anyplace in particular?"

Marty slowly lets her go and spies something on the floor. "Ah! The missing screw!"

[chasingangela]

"Yay, so I won't be ... screwless." Angela seems to register the double entendre, blushing and ducking her head over the chair's components.

"And surprise me on the date. I'm up for whatever."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty seems to have totally missed the double meaning and is busy putting together the bookshelf.

"Surprise you? Hmmm... I think I can manage that."

Marty snaps in a couple of parts and squishes his thumb.

"OW!"

[chasingangela]

"Oh, god, yours too?" Angela says, rushing over. "Let me look at it... I swear this stuff is posessed or something."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty scowls a little. "This is what happens when you get furniture from Sweden. It turns on you."

[chasingangela]

Angela laughs. "Do you have past experience with the Swedish I should be aware of, or something?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty coughs a little and his face goes a little slack. "Nothing you want to know about," he says lightly.