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4th Floor Common Room [Thursday, Late Morning]

First day of a whole week of freedom. More than that, actually, for her at least.

Considering that, she was ridiculously awake for the fact it was still morning (partly to be blamed of free fashion show caffeine) and starting off well... with more coffee, poptarts and fruit for breakfast. Maybe she'd learned something from Daisy's class this semester? There was fruit in there. It counted.

All there was to figure out, really, was what to do with herself now she had all this free time the next few days. Tempting as lounging around doing nothing really was, it might be a good idea to fill her time with something else, aside from sleeping and eating. She was considering that as she pulled together her breakfast.

[[~~Might be a wee bit of SP when I zip out for errands, but otherwise~~ Never mind, I'm around!]]

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"No plans," she said cheerfully. "I have this whole open schedule, that can be just for you." Mmm, weekends.

"I think there's a dance this Saturday," he randomly recalled. Go him. "If you wanna go to that. I promise to wear a tie and stuff."

"Is this your really backwards way of saying 'hey Angela, you want to go to a dance with me?'" she teased, running her hands up his arms.

"Hey, Angela, you wanna go to the dance with me?" he asked, grinning against her neck. "I promise to wear a tie and some nice cologne."

"Ooh," she laughed, slipping her arms around his shoulders now, since they were moving that direction anyway. "Yes, I would like that."

"Good." He kept quiet for a moment, just enjoying the closeness. "Maybe I'll even dance."

He figured what with everything recently, he could make some allowances in what he'd do.

"Maybe."

"I can always make you dance," Angela pointed out. Well, always had been able to before. Mostly.

"That was one time!" he protested, shaking his head. "And you cheated."

"And I can cheat again!"

Angela would feel no shame over it. At all. He enjoyed it once he was out there, and she knew it.

"You'd better watch out or I will just happen to sprain my ankle tomorrow," he mock threatened.

Angela gave a little mock gasp. "You wouldn't. The point of going to a dance, is to actually dance when you get there," she said. "And you did ask."

"No no no, the point of going to a dance, for guys, is to take up residence along a wall and drink punch," he decided.

"And to make their girlfriends happy by dancing with them," she added. Because if it wasn't a point, it really should be.

"You saying I don't make you happy in other ways?" he asked. "I can dance in spirit."

"I don't get to dance with you if it's all in spirit," she pointed out, and pulled a brief pout.

"No pouting," he said, frowning. "No pouting! Stop making it hard for me to say no!"

"Sweetie, that is the point," she reminded him with a bit of a laugh.

"I'm still not dancing." Not yet, at least. "I can withstand the power of your pouting. So far."

Angela shook her head a little, "Not for long," she said confidently. "I know you."

"So you think," he said, feeling the need to defend himself even if she was right. "Maybe it's you who can't withstand me."

"Maybe," she allowed, grinning in that sort of way that said 'yeaaaaah, right'.

"But the number of times you've danced with me, speaks otherwise."

"There could always be an exception to that streak!" he protested. "You never know. I could actually resist tomorrow."

Fat chance.

"But why would you?" she asked. It made no sense, really. He liked it.

"...to prove a point," he answered. Yeah, that was it.

"Stubborn," she said, not really in any form of complaint. Which was obvious enough from her smile and since she followed that up by leaning in to kiss him.

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