Student newspaper, election edition

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The day after homecoming (*cough* and any post-Homecoming or during Homecoming things that are still being slow played *cough*) found Angelus in the journalism classroom. He'd taken over a few desks and chairs, moving them so that he could sit in one chair with a mug of warm blood on a desk beside him, his feet raised and propped up on a desk in front of him, and a laptop cradled in his lap.

He typed away at his article.

Anyone watching him would notice two things:

1) He was still disturbingly cheerful, albeit focused on his work

2) He was dressed in black jeans, a black long-sleeved, form-fitting T-shirt, black shoes, and a pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses.

It was possible for people to interrupt him if they cared to.

Comments

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"You did," Angelus said. "Though to be fair I did say I had to be a good boy today. So I'm assuming you left it out to avoid the accusation of turning this conversation into pure porn."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Pure porn is when I tell you that I rip the Nietzscheans apart with... oh, but you're being a good boy."

Her fingers tapped out the opening lines of the piece, the occasional banter with Angelus actually providing cadence and tone for the piece.

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"Tease."

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"No."

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That earned her a bark of laughter.

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Beka grinned, smug, and kept right on typing.