Room 304, Monday Night

[chasingangela]

After dinner in the common room, Angela came back to her room and flopped onto bed. Meeting Luke had been ... kind of odd, especially after her conversation with Rory a few days before. At least Alanna understood how much the whole thing sucked, and no one seemed to hold the whole gremlin thing against her.

She'd met the new librarian, too, who seemed very cool. And Cross-Species Communication was interesting.

She scratched a sleepy Min with one hand and stared into space, leaving her dorm room door open so she could see any action.

[OOC: Open.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Just make sure it's a job where I can visit you without getting you into trouble with your new boss," Marty replied as he played with the ends of Angela hair. "And that it has cool stuff I can buy with your employee discount."

[chasingangela]

"Of course," Angela promised, intertwining her fingers with his.

"Hey, subject change, would you mind if I went home this weekend, like we talked about? I could use the break."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Like I could stop you from going home," Marty said with a small grin. "I don't blame you for wanting a little break. We went from globetrotting to summer workshops with only a little bit of time with your family. Want me to look after Min while you're gone?"

[chasingangela]

"And this week has been emo central," Angela said. "I think I'll go Thursday and get back Saturday or Sunday so I don't miss class. Feed the hellbeast if you feel like it."

Said hellbeast, who had been battiing at a balll of paper, gave Angela an indignant look.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I think the hellbeast heard you," Marty said with over exaggerated worry. "He may attack you when you're sleeping. Do you want me to stand guard?"

[chasingangela]

"She does look kind of dangerous," Angela said. "Actually, I could use the company, if you don't have important second-floor things to do."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm. Well there was the plan to convince everyone that the ceiling taste like vanilla but I can trade that in for an evening of protecting you from the dreaded cat creature of 304," Mart said as he snuggled up to his girlfriend.

[chasingangela]

"I'm not asking how you licked the ceiling," Angela said sleepily, snuggling in for the night.

She turned to kiss him. "You're such a good boyfriend."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"It helps having such a good girlfriend," Marty countered after returning the kiss before leaning his head back on the pillow and eventually drifting off to sleep.