It had been a long day. A long day that had thankfully included a break for a shower and a change of clothes, but a long day nonetheless.
Angel was sitting on a chair by his bed, his feet propped up on his desk. He was looking at Callisto thoughtfully.
"Puppets. Some people think puppets are funny."
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//Because
it has
Angel-
cooties?//
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//I've had a
crappy evening,
and really, really,
really
deep down,
you're a nice guy?//
Xander's eyes darted right and left while he held up the sign, and as soon as it was clear that Angel couldn't possibly not have finished reading it, he wiped the last line clean.
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And so when she toddled over to say hi to Xander, she carefully read his whiteboard nice and loudly. "I've had a crappy evening, and really, really, really deep down, you're a nice guy?" she read in what might constitute her 'outside voice.' "Awwwww. Poor Xa-xander. But at least you have a good friend like Angel!"
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//Laptop?//
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She looked at Xander. Sort of. "I'm a lil bitty bit drunk, I think. Maybe?"
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He held up his board.
//Possibly,
yes.//
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And nodding.
And nodding a little more, to the point where she would have fallen over if she hadn't braced a hand against the wall. "Why is your mouth shiny?"
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//Duct
tape.//
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//There's
vodka?//
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"The black stuff. Izz Bridgey's spacevodka. From space. The planet On Nick or somethin'."
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