squeefit!Angel, sometime pre-'canon,' inna loft

[hermit_of]

Angel's been out drumming for a while. Mark was working on something, and Maureen... got to plotting another performance, far as he could tell, and at times like that it's always best to either flee or be otherwise occupied.
But she should be done by now, even if Mark's still busy, so he's back.

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[bohemian_mark]

It's about five PM, and Mark returns, whistling cheerfully to himself. He had his camera firmly in his bag, but his mind seems to be somewhere totally different.

[the_antiangst]

"So where did you get off to?"
Not that he's surprised. Fleeing Maureen is often a good plan.

[bohemian_mark]

"Plotting something." Mark smirks, leaning back on the sofa. "I have a few ideas that I wanted to test out. I'll be making friends with the darkroom later."

[the_antiangst]

"...Right. If Collins comes home with a grand scheme in the works, I'm declaring it an epidemic." He teases out of love, really.
"Dare I ask what you're up to?"