Hyperion basement, Saturday

[notstakedyet]

Angel did not have a problem totally channeling his frustrations into his workout routines.

He could quit any time he wanted. Really.

[ooc: for Aeryn]

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Once Aeryn had settled herself in her own room and worked out exactly what it was she should say (strangely enough, she has no basis for this sort of thing, hm), she dialed Angel's number. Which she is just going to memorize now.

[notstakedyet]

Angel picked up his Blackberry. "Angel."

[can_be_more]

"It's Aeryn," she greets him, which is the same thing as hello.

[notstakedyet]

"Hey!" Angel said happily. Clearly his mind reading skills were as strong as ever. "How's it going? How's John?"