fandomhighdorms | Gym, evening

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Gym, evening

After what felt like a far too long day of doing many things that Angel wished that he hadn't - such as get out of bed and actually interact with people, just to pick a random example - Angel decided to head down to the gym.

His left hand was finally healed, or as healed as it was going to be, which meant that he could attack the heavybag with as much force as it could take.

Anyone watching him might be surprised to notice that after a while there was no sign of Angel's usual hesitations, slouching, or stumbling. He moved like a dancer - an actual dancer - with every muscle doing exactly what he wanted it to.

They also might be taken aback by the vehemence of his kicks and punches.

~~Sublimation? What's that?~~

[ooc: interrupt him if you wish. Or he can ignore you if you need to be alone in the gym]

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"He seemed into it." Angel smirked. "Pretty sure he wasn't under a love spell."

"Really?" Callisto made a mental note before continuing. "Make you wonder though, if this spell could make you decide to go after Bel, just how much would you have to dislike a person for it to have no effect whatsoever?"

Angel briefly thought about Logan. "Honestly not sure on that one."

"Surely you must have some idea, Angel," Callisto hit the bag hard enough for the ropes holding it to creak disturbingly.

"I didn't make the spell!" Angel threw his hands up in frustration. "I hit on the robot bunny for God's sake!"

"You hit on the robot bunny." Callisto repeated flatly. "Somehow that doesn't really make me feel that much better."

Angel blinked in confusion. "You wanted the robot bunny for yourself?"

"No, I don't want the robot bunny," Callisto growled. "I want you to tell me what exactly it is about me that repulses you so much!" Gods, please tell me I did not say that last bit out loud.

Angel blinked. And blinked again. Still more blinking. None of it helped, but now he was starting to get a headache.

"What?"

Oh, frak me. Callisto briefly prayed for the earth to swallow her whole. "I said, I want you to tell me what exactly it is about me that repulses you so much."

"No, doesn't make any sense when you repeat it," Angel said. "Why the hell do you think I'm replused by you?"

Wait - did he actually mean to ask that question? Crap. Maybe he hadn't said it out loud. Not like talking was a given for him anyway.

"Let's see, apparently I was only thing you didn't hit on while on the lookout for love." Callisto stared at the empty space beside Angel's left ear, possibly while wishing for a swift death. "Considering some of the people you did, I have to wonder."

"What, you wanted me to hit on you?"

A small part of Angel's brain wondered if he'd be able to get away with claiming his half of this conversation was due to belated after effects of the spell. That or being drunk. Granted he hadn't had anything to drink before going to the gym, but remedying that afterwards was looking more and more tempting.

"Uh..." Callisto mumbled, suddenly finding her feet to be of great interest.

"Oh, sure," Angel said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Like yesterday all I wanted in the world was to be making out with everybody except one of the few people at this school I'd actually like to make out with!"

It occured to Angel that sarcasm really didn't help with that reply at all. Not in terms of trying to maintain secrecy or dignity.

At first Callisto only registered Angel's tone. "Yeah, I actually would have liked being hit on. In fact, the only thing keeping me from following through on Bel's suggestion to drag you into a closet the other day was that stupid celibacy clause on your soul."

"Well not like I put the clause in! You think I like living a life of look but don't touch? And - and - " Angel jabbed a finger at her as he seized upon another point " - what's with you only wanting me if I'm spelled anyway? Huh? My real self not good enough for you?"

"I never said I only wanted you when you weren't you! As I recall you're the one who keeps going on about 'No talking'!" Callisto glared at Angel. "And another thing, what kind of idiot puts in sex as the thing that de-souls someone?"

"Of course there's no talking!" Angel said. "If we do that then I'll lose the soul! And I don't know! It's a stupid loophole anyway! Why does the damn thing even have a loophole? It makes no sense!"

"I don't know. All I know is curses are supposed to hard to break, it's not like sex is all that hard to come by!" Callisto gestured at Angel. "Especially when you're someone like you."

Angel gave a little smile at her last comment. "Really? You think so?"

"Yeah, I do." Callisto reddened and rubbed the back of her neck, "Butthat'sbesidethepointreallysocanwejustmoveon?"

Angel's eyes lingered on Callisto for a moment. A hint of a pleased smile touched his lips. Then, realizing what was going on, he took a deliberate step back to put the heavy bag in between them. He held on to it firmly to keep it in place. In front of him. For no particular reason at all.

"So I heard something about band today?"

"Uh, yeah, we had our recital today." Callisto was thankful for the abrupt change in subject. "I think it went okay."

"Sorry I missed it," Angel said. "Had class."

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