4th Floor Common Room [Friday Late Morning]

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Angela wasn't a big chef. Or one at all, actually. But she had a sudden craving for some sort of brunch this morning, so she was in the common room making pancakes.

Okay they were microwave pancakes, but they were pancakes none the less. They still tasted good, and smelt even better, and that was good enough for her.

[[ooc: It's a common room, do I really have to say it's open?]]

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"It does," he argued. "It's my decision and everyone needs to just butt out."

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"It is," Angela agreed, pouring herself some coffee. "But you can't knock it until you've tried it."

She sat down with her drink, "I miss sex." Because Ichigo really wants to know that. Totally.

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Some of the maple syrup missed his plate and Ichigo was purposely trying not look at Angela.

"I'm sorry?" he mumbled, because what on earth was he supposed to say to that?

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"What?" Angela shrugged, like discussing her current dry spell with friends was totally normal. It is. "It's been a while," she said, emphasizing the while. "I miss it."

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The pancakes were absolutely fascinating. At least, Ichigo seemed to think so as he was not going to look at Angela... ever. "Okay," he mumbled, talking to the pancake.

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You know, girls usually had so say 'I'm up here' for very different reasons.

Angela chuckled and shook her head. "Am I ever going to get eye contact again now?" she asked.

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"No," he blurted out and he took a huge bite from his pancake, just to keep himself from saying anything else.

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"Hey, I made you pancakes," Angela pointed out. "I should get something."

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"Something?" he asked, very slowly glancing up at her. He was still flustered.

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"I don't know. Acknowledgement? Eye contact and a 'these are really nice'?" she suggested. "I'm easy."

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"These are really nice," he parroted dutifully, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he waited for her reaction.

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Angela gave him a look. "You need to work on your originality," she informed him. "Really."

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"You said that's what you wanted," he objected. "I'm merely following your wishes."

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"Sometimes, you just have to be spontaneous," Angela told him. "It makes life interesting."

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"We've already established that my life is dull and uninteresting," he pointed out.

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Angela shook her head. "And that's really very sad for you," she informed him. She hated when her life was just mundane.

She paused, chewing her lip thoughtfully for a moment. She couldn't leave him with dull and uninteresting. It just wasn't right.

A moment later, she made a decision and pulled open the front of her shirt. Wearing a top with poppers came in so useful sometimes. She had a bra underneath, shouldn't be too scary for him, right?

People flashing you always made life more exciting. A fun anecdote for many years down the line. Or next week, whatever.

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Ichigo had the vague idea that whatever she was up to couldn't be good. However, it not being good didn't mean he expected this.

Which would explain why one moment there was an Ichigo sitting on his chair, his eyes mouth and his jaw slack and then the next there was a loud crash as Ichigo and above mentioned chair went crashing to the floor.

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Angela really couldn't help the burst of laughter, even as she peered over the table at him.

"And now you have one more story to tell," she said. "You okay?"

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"Fine!" he squeaked and he covered his eyes quickly, staying right down on the ground.

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"You're on the floor," Angela reminded him simply. "That doesn't really bode well for your fine-ness."

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"It's a good floor," he peeked from between his fingers. "Are you decent?" He probably should have asked and then looked.

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"I think so," she replied simply, smirking at him down there.

And she was. Her shirt was on, if loosely so. Probably a little more on show than the slightly prudish Ichigo would appreciate, though.

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Which he noticed when he got back to his feet and then he glanced up and... Yes. He flushed and quickly pulled his chair back up again. "So how's classes?" he diverted quickly.

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"I gave baby Kiyoshi back on Wednesday," she told him, sitting back a little now he seemed to have recovered. Near enough. She made no helpful move when it came to her shirt. Poor Ichigo.

"I'm actually getting sleep now. Puts me on good form." Obviously.

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"Baby?" he asked confused and he was not going to glance at her shirt. No, his pancake needed eating, he was already shovelling food into his mouth before he was sitting down again.