fandomhighdorms | 2nd Floor Common Room. (Late Evening)

Angel looked somewhat intimidated by that. "No... no. That would be bad."

"Very bad." Looking sideways at Marty, Callisto slid off of Angel with as much dignity as she could muster. Which wasn't very much.

"You know what you should do? You should spread Christmas cheer! That'll get you off the Naughty list! And the best way to spread christmas cheer is to sing out loud for all to hear!"

Marty the Elf takes a large breath to start singing.

"Oh dear God," Angel said. He immediately looked at Callisto in accusation. "I told you that this whole thing would cause trouble!"

And Marty begins to sing:

"I'm singing! In the common Room!
Where Angel and Callisto were wrestling!
It was just for fun! Not to relieve sexual tension!"

"Fine then," Callisto threw up her hands in exasperation. "If it's that much trouble for you, I'll just tell Aeryn to forget about it."

"What?" Angel blinked at her, trying to be verbal in spite of the song. "I didn't say that!"

"And the shouting! Is just for fun!
I like shouting too! It's great to be heard from far away!"

"You didn't?" Callisto frowned in puzzlement. "You weren't taking about the date idea thingy, just then?"

"Well... yes," Angel admitted. "But no! I just - see, this is what happens! I try to be happy with somebody and then there's insane people singing at the top of their lungs! And people wonder why I don't try to socialize much!"

"Well, we won't invite Marty then," Callisto said, glancing sideways once more. "If you're that worried about being out in public, my roommates just absconded for parts unknown, we could just spend the night in or something."

"Spend the night... " Angel blinked, then blushed. Fiercely. Even he would have admitted it.

"Not like that!" Callisto flailed, then turned bright red. ""

Surely any vampire blushing this hard stood a good risk of spontaneously combusting, right?

"Um. I... you know." Angel cleared his throat. "Maybe someday if it won't kill people."

"Well, there's always, uh, movies in the common room or something." Wow, Callisto'd never noticed that about Bitterwoman's costume before. ""

"Movies or something are good," Angel said. The floor under the couch really needed to be cleaned. Boy howdy. "Not sure if that'd help or hurt with the loophole problem."

"Maybe Crichton might have some ideas, for the something," And how did she manage to fight in high heels without breaking an ankle?" "

"Aeryn seemed to have some suggestions too," Angel said. Ceiling tiles. He didn't want to know where the stains came from. "Maybe... take it slow? First sign of perfect happiness I start thinking about hockey scores?"

"Aeryn's smart, her ideas are probably good," Callisto said. Oh, come on, that punch should have broken her jaw. ""

"Very smart. And brave. Not - uh - that that has anything to do with this." The carpet could stand to be more comfortable too. Maybe a thicker pile. "Not that much. Not that Kawalsky isn't cute, but come on."

"So you, uh, think we should ask Crichton and Aeryn for ideas?" Callisto tried to work out how high that jump would have been, and if Bitterwoman really could have done it. ""

"Bet they'd have tons," Angel agreed. He caught a glimpse of Callisto's hair out of the corner of his eye and blushed again. "Not like I have either! Told you, no instruction booklet."

"Good ones too, well, so long as they don't involve the toaster," Callisto nodded, and tried very hard not to look at Angel. ""

"Or Sean. Aeryn said I should leave him home. For, uh, idea stuff." Angel glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Maybe ask Jenny?"

"Uh, yeah, puppies plus ideas, tends not to turn out too well." Callisto started to look at Angel then glanced away. ""

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