Study Hall -- Wednesday, October 26th

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At the front desk, Sarah is randomly smacking any frog that comes near her with the hammer Lorelei gave her. Occasionally, she leans over as if a thought has struck her and scribbles something down in her notes with a triumphant smile.

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Her willpower a marvel of epic proportions, Duce absolutely does not go gooeyloveydovey all over Angelus. Because if he barfed, he might mess up the picture or screw up a line or something else, and that would be sad.

"They can serve their purpose, but ye bellowing gods.. We all have bedrooms for a reason."

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"Bedrooms and, one would hope, a filter between the mouth and the brain," Angelus rubbed his thumb on the paper, deliberately smudging a line to create shadow. "I'm all for devotion to the right person, demon, or whatever you fancy, but must there be poetry?"

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Smiling humourlessly, Duce comments, "Oh, for some, it's all about the poetry. Fancy, beautiful words that strike a thrill into their soul and make them look intelligent and feel important by how those words reflect upon them. Very rarely do they give any thought to what the words actually mean, or even acknowledge that words should mean something or they're nothing more than a wasted breath. Without thought to how those words affect others, because as everyone knows, all wounds can be healed by two more words - 'I'm Sorry'."

Her word heavy with sarcasm, Duce adds, "We prefer action over words any day. It's one thing to say you love someone, to say you care and that you're loyal.. it's another to actually show it, and for us? That counts for more. Sadly, too many people think their poetry will make up for something their actions completely belie."

Reaching into a pocket, Duce produces a small tin of cinammon Altoids, offering them to Angelus, "Mint?"

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"Ta," Angelus accepted one. He savored it for a moment before making a face not unlike a dog that's just drunk soapy water by accident. "That's... different."

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Duce pops one into her mouth and gives Angelus a curious look. The look slowly fades into one of abashed horror, "Please tell us you don't have extra-ordinary taste as well?" Wincing slightly, she flips the lid down so Angelus can read the 'curiously strong' warning on the front. "You didn't know about Altoids? We thought everyone knew about them.."

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"No, no, I do," Angelus's expression became even more befuddled. "That just might be the problem."

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Duce swears and whips a (clean) kleenex out of her pocket, "Here, spit. These things are strong for normal people. Sorry.." She sounds absolutely apologetic, "never occurred to me that you hadn't had them before. Or shouldn't."

(ooc: dies. laughing. ow.)

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"No, I refuse to admit defeat," Angelus swallowed. Then looked as though he considered that to rank highly on his list of the dumbest things he'd ever done in his centuries of unlife. "Even if perhaps I should have."

[ooc: if only the Council knew about this secret weapon!]

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Staring at him as if he's both the dumbest creature crawling the face of the earth as well as the bravest man she's ever seen, Duce's face is a picture of shock.

"That.. Dude. I haven't the words. You win," she comments, bemused.

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Angelus coughed. When he spoke his voice was only halfway there. "Thanks."

[fh_jackass]

[ooc: Hm, Altoids bad. *makes note*]</small

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[ooc: Depends on where you want to kiss him 8) ]