4th Floor Common Room [Saturday, Late Morning]

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Angela was up, once again comparatively early for a weekend. She'd got an good long night of sleep, so it was only after she listened to the radio podcast she realised she'd missed an all out corridor make out session last night. That was just sad.

So sad, that she was microwaving popcorn and half-watching a Gelmoore Gals rerun. Yes, popcorn for breakfast. Sort of. Whatever, it smelt great, and with any luck it would taste that too.

It was a weekend, popcorn brunch was entirely acceptable.

And, yeah okay, she wasn't that sad, really. It was a weekend.

[[Open common room is all open. I don't want to have to do work today.]]

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Emmett smirked. "No, not really. But, don't worry, I won't judge you for liking it or anything. It's making the room smell good."

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"All the more for me," she decided, shrugging as she picked at it. "I do feel bad for you and your lack of something sugary sweet to start the day with, though."

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"I'm kind of a health food guy," Emmett admitted. "Don't really touch the sugary stuff."

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"You are so rare," Angela told him with a laugh. Also, kind of crazy to completely avoid all that as far as she was concerned.

"Personally, I need my candy to get the day started."

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Emmett laughed. "You've got a great body for someone who eats candy and popcorn for breakfast."

He paused.

"...I don't mean that as a come on. I'm just stating a fact," he said.

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"I do not complain at complements, come on or otherwise," Angela assured him, grinning as she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

"I must have a great metabolism."

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"Well, I mostly added the last part just in case I left my cell phone on in my pocket and my girl can hear everything we're saying," Emmett joked.

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"Covering all possibilities," she laughed. "Very wise. Best not to risk a girl's wrath."

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"I try to avoid getting my ass kicked whenever possible, yeah," Emmett said, laughing.

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Angela looked at him a moment. "I really don't imagine that as something you have to worry about," she said.

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Emmett grinned and sat back in his chair. "True most of the time. But I don't hurt girls. So they can beat me up without retaliation."

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"Something for me to remember," she said with a laugh. "You just never know when you might get the desire to use someone as a punching bag."

No she was not the type to go in for that anyway. She could joke, though.

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"You might break your hand," Emmett said, sounding like he was joking even though he really wasn't. "I'm pretty strong."

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"I'm not sure I even punch that hard," she admitted with a little smirk. "Not really the violent type."

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"Nothing wrong with that," Emmett said. "I mean, I prefer being the violent type but, you know, to each his or her's own."

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"I ever get attacked by anything, I may regret this course," Angela admitted.

You can tell when someone's getting used to this place, when 'things' are more likely to attack you, than you are to get mugged by a person.

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"I'm sure you could defend yourself if you had to," Emmett told her. "It's a natural response."

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Angela shrugged. "I've been known to knee a guy in the balls when it's been deserved," she said easily as she ate more of her handful of popcorn.

That's really the extent of her experience in these matters.

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Emmett smiled. "That would definitely take a dude down, yeah."

Or so he heard. It had been a while since he was afraid of something like that happening to him.

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"Worked for me," she said, pretty cheerfully. There was a certain amount of smug pride when you could claim you'd successfully deterred some creep from being that handsy without invitation again.