[Tuesday Afternoon] [Room 216]

[leeadama]

After class, Lee felt the Certain Doom of an Incoming Swell of Emo. Not in the mood to be depressed, he decided to have a 'stiff upper lip' - or whatever the frak those British fraks said - and to make cupcakes. With colored frosting and sprinkles. Because cupcakes always cancel out emo, yessir. And he had just bought a new bottle of mexican

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[notstakedyet]

Vampire senses in a dorm were often a scary thing. But sometimes they were wonderful.

Like today. When he smelled vanilla.

He showed up at Lee's door and knocked.

[leeadama]

"Coming!"

A bit covered in floor, Lee opens the door and is quite pleased to see Angel. "Just the person I needed," he says with a grin. "Come in, come in."

[notstakedyet]

"You needed me?" Angel asked, surprised. He came in and looked around. So this was what Lee's room looked like without naked people in it. "What can I do?"

[leeadama]

"In the kitchen," Lee says, walking quickly back to his oven and pulling out the third batch of cupcakes. "I need a taste test."