4th Floor Common Room [Wednesday, Afternoon]

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On entering the common room today, people would get to to see a rare sight. Angela was in a kitchen. Making food, no less.

Well, making milkshake, to be more specific. Mostly because it was easy. Blender, ice cream, milk, banana, chocolate powder... possibly a splash of something alcoholic, but she's not telling. What? It fills the free time and stops her from getting bored or thinking about the number of people leaving. Can't go wrong with that!

This is about as close to culinary as she gets. Be appropriately impressed.

[[Ooooopen, as common rooms are!]]

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"Are you?" Instead of dumping it on her, he dipped his fingers in the milkshake and flicked it at her.

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She mock gasped, and made a show of tipping her glass that little bit.

"Don't make me do it," she said with a laugh.

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"Oh, do it, I dare you," Hannibal said. "I'll retaliate."

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"I see you baiting me," she told him, just holding her glass like that. "I see it."

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"Like you weren't doing it to me?" Hannibal asked, flicking some more milkshake at her.

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"Not today!" she told him, taking a moment to lick off a bit of that milkshake that had ended up on her upper lip.

She couldn't deny it'd been done before. Purposefully.

It was for a good cause!

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"So that means you're perfectly innocent?" he asked, looking disbelieving. "Yeaaaaah, right."

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"You started it!"

Yep. So mature. That was her way of saying 'yes' she was completely innocent.

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"So!" Yeah, he knew he'd started it. And he was going to continue it with more flicking.

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Angela pulled a face as more of that milkshake ended up on her.

"Soooo, innocent," she gestured at herself with that glass. "Guilty," and now at him. With the added benefit of some oh-so-accidental, splashing.

"Oops."

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"Ooooh." He wiped at the milkshake on his nose and narrowed his eyes at her. "If you're innocent, so am I."

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"Since when does it work like that?" she asked, laughing. Pfft, boy logic. Crazy. "I really don't think it does."

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"Yes, it does," he and dipped his fingers into the milkshake and then drew on her cheek.

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Angela raised her eyebrows disbelievingly, and shook her head. "Noooo, no way."

And hey, if he was drawing on her (which, ew, sticky), she got to do the same thing back, except she went for his neck.

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"Hey hey hey," he said, trying to swipe that hand away but that just served to spray milkshake. "That's close to my clothes!"

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"I never realised you were so precious about your t-shirts," she said, snickering and ducking her head in an largely unsuccessful attempt to avoid too much flying milkshake.

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And if she was ducking her head? That was when Hannibal was letting the milkshake ooze into her hair from the tips of his fingers.

"Oops."

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Angela raised her eyebrows again, giving him a look. "Oops?" she repeated. Yeah, riiiiight. Even her oops was more believable than that.

And that was saying something.

It was in. Her. Hair. He would rue the day he went for the hair.

"Oh, oh it is on," she told him, going to ruffle his with the hand that she'd already dipped into her glass.

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"Oh, crap crap crap," he said, trying to duck her hand but finding that hard while holding the milkshake glass. His hair. His poor hair. "Fine, then!"

He was just going to try and smear her stomach with milkshake since she had his hair.

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Okay that? Was cold.

She can't be entirely blamed for the squeak, right?

Right.

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The squeak only urged him on, really. He scooped a handful of the milkshake out, leaned back and flung it.

Who knows where it went!

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Mostly on her shirt, as it turned out.

"... I hope no one liked this couch," she said, and promptly went to tip a good portion of what remained in her glass over his head.

He'd been asking for it.

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"Oh my--" He stared at her and swiped milkshake out of his eyes and before doing her a solid and dumping his glass on top of her head.

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Angela gasped, closing her eyes as that trickled down from her hair.

"Oh, god that's cold." Also, kind of gross feeling. But mostly cold, there was ice cream in that.

The rest of hers could go directly in his lap.

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"Oh fuck fuck fuck," he said, arching up because THAT WAS IN HIS LAP. "There's precious stuff there!"