UNY Dorms, Friday morning (1998)

[chasingangela]

Angela came back from her French class and struggled to breathe in through her clogged sinuses, than made a face. "Meg?" she called to her roommate. "What is that stench?"

"Angela! Hi!" Meghan said, and for once she sounded almost nice. From experience, Angela knew that meant nothing good had happened. "Remember how I was trying to convince you to use henna and you wouldn't?"

"Like two weeks ago," Angela conceded, dropping her backpack and sniffing again. Her sense of smell was almost shot, but the aroma in the room reminded her of a mixture of zombie sweat and rancid oatmeal.

"Um, right," Meghan said. "Anyhow, I mixed up a batch in case you changed your mind, and then I got involved in decorating my altar to recognize the moon goddess? So I forgot about it, and I just dumped it out in the bathtub." She paused. "I think it's alive and trying to eat the enamel."

Angela flopped onto her bed and groaned into the pillow. She was sick, had a low C in French because conjugating sucked, and was badly homesick for Fandom, of all places. Slowly, she opened one eye. "Do you suppose you could clean it up before it brings down the dorm?"

Meghan nodded. "Yeah, I was going to go to the store and get some stuff. And rubber gloves. Lots and lots of rubber gloves. Just ... don't use the bathroom until I get back, okay?"

"Not a problem,' Angela promised her roommate's retreating back. If Marty wasn't on his way, the day would feel like even more of a waste.

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[chasingangela]

Angela groaned, and weakly threw a balled up pair of socks at the toothy grin. "So if it's cute disgusting, that's different?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"You think I'd cuddle with someone who's just disgusting?" Marty teased. "C'mon. I'm just giving you a hard time."

[chasingangela]

"I kinda figured," Angela said, dropping it with a final pout. She reclaimed the socks and shoved them into her bag.

"Anyhow, I'm ready, so should we head out?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Not unless you're enjoying the odor coming from the bathroom," Marty said offering to take the bag and leaning over to kiss her in apology.

[chasingangela]

"Definitely not," Angela said firmly. She returned the kiss and took Marty;s hand to leave the room.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty shouldered the bag and grinned. "Then let's go before the smell kills your cold and any other antibodies in our system."

And so the young couple left for Marty's apartment where more debates about sickness, levels of disgusting and how to conjugate verbs when it came to sweet potatoes occurred.