Room 304, Sunday night

[chasingangela]

Angela was still blushing when she came up to her room after talking to Xander and Callisto at the brunch.

She also wondered exactly how stupid she had looked about the whole scrapbooking thing.

Sometime after she called Marty, though, she started giggling, and couldn't stop. It had been a very long week...

[OOC: Mostly for Marty, but if you need her, she's here.]

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[chasingangela]

Angela nodded. "But you didn't know that when you said our hobby should be scrapbooking, right?" Her tone was mostly playful.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty seems to find the ceiling, floor and walls pretty interesting at the moment. "Um. Actually I did... but when I came in the other night I didn't want to say anything and hurt your feelings."

Marty's line of sight then seem to fixate on his shoes. "And I really did have fun with all those photos and stuff."

[chasingangela]

Angela realized how close Marty was to flailing and decided to let him off the hook. "It's fine. I was kind of overdue for public humiliation anyhow. And, yeah, it was neat to see the photos."

She started giggling. "What did you think when I first brought up scrapbooking in a group?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty let a tired grin cross his face and sat down on the bed next to Angela.

"Shocked. Not as shocked as when you mentioned how you wouldn't mind scrapbooking with other girls," Marty said with a chuckle, "And I'm not going to bring up the scrapbooking with other guys thing."