2nd floor hallway, evening

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel was out in the 2nd floor hallway.

In theory he was going back to his room after taking Sean for a walk.

In reality he was standing in front of one of the many, many campaign posters that had his name on it and was trying to tear it down.

He might be heard to mutter words about really strong tape, and dire thoughts about someone whose name rhymed with Doreen.

[ooc: Open to anybody]

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm all guy!" Angel said, as always focusing on the important details. He was also not pouting like a child.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ew." As usual, this provoked the sibling-denial-response. "Tell it to Callisto. Along with everything else. And can you even focus for *five* minutes on the subject at hand?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'll tell her," Angel said. "Eventually. Look, I just don't know how I feel about it yet. What if it's not me?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker bit her lip. "Okay, that-- is valid." She pouted. "Damnit."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Never tried to brood and be smug at the same time. This is a weird feeling for me."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker whapped him on a bicep. "Agh! Cut it out." She grimaced. "You *still* should tell her. Eventually. When you've gotten therapy and are done analyzing the hell out of it."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Oh sure, like I'd find a therapist who could totally handle the 'I'm a vampire, my soul mate's the Slayer, we have incompatible destinies plus there's this thing where sleeping with her turns me evil' conversation," Angel scoffed. He then pondered. "Okay, in this town that's actually likely. But still."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rolled her eyes. "Okay. New resolution: get Wings therapy. Noted."

[sensethevisions]

[[OOC: *dies* I do so love Parker.]]