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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He knocked on the door of Angel and John's room. And breathed through his nose a lot.
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And then stared.
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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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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.
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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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