Hyperion basement, Tuesday

[notstakedyet]

Angel was down in the basement, going through his own private workout routine.

This was not a euphamism for anything.

Much

[ooc: for Parker]

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[mparkerceo]

*ring*

Parker's sitting on the roof of Pangolin. There might be yelling, just because, hello, it's Wings; in which case? Her cabin-mates don't need to hear that.

[notstakedyet]

It took a couple of rings before Angel noticed his Blackberry.

He finally picked up.

"Angel."

[mparkerceo]

"So, you're not at the bottom of a black pit of nothingness, and can't reach your computer to type." Parker paused. "You're just avoiding answering your e-mail."

[notstakedyet]

"From 'hello' to guilt trip in less than a second," Angel replied. "That has got to be a new record for you."