4th Floor Common Room [Friday, Afternoon]

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After making an appearance in class, Angela was in need of something to cleanse her mind of the zombie movie clips. With everything going on, watching all that just made her feel a little ill.

That was why the television was tuned firmly to Nickelodeon, for something silly and distracting.

She was clutching a mug of hot chocolate, and had that hockey stick she'd picked up lying across her lap. Better safe than... something else.

[[it's a common room, and it is open.]]

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"You sound so unimpressed," she noted.

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"Should I be impressed?" he asked.

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Angela shrugged.

"It's been like a month, and that's a record for me."

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Chuck felt more pity than anything at that. The look on his face probably showed that quite well. "...I'm not the type to be impressed by that sort of thing."

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"I never really thought you were," she said. "But it is actually a good thing, from my point of view."

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Chuck huffed out a little laugh. "That's because you're insane. Like most people our age."

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Angela smirked. "Well, thank you."

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"Not a compliment," Chuck said, smiling anyway. "But I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy being the only sane person in a nuthouse."

That meant he got to laugh in people's faces when they had to deal with break ups.

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"A rare feeling for you?" she teased.

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"You are so funny. Anybody ever tell you that?" Chuck asked.

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"Occasionally, just occasionally," she replied.