Lunch 'yo

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Hellu my leettle-a luv rubuts! Tudey is Vednesdey, oor es Des Schneetzel leekes tu reffer tu it "Hump Dey". Bork Bork Bork! Durty cheeckee.

Tudey fur loonch ve-a hefe-a:

-Pesta Seled

-Hem und Cheese-a sundveeches (EBBA-free-a Marty)

-Tecus

-SURGE!

Bork Bork Bork!

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Veronica and I, yeah. Just something to help those of us who had made total fools of ourselves cope a little better," Marty says after swallowing a bit of his sandwich.

He opens his mouth a couple of times to test it. No ABBA.

"You're more than welcome to come join our group if you want. I have no idea how many people are going to show up. Lord knows I've embarassed you enough that you're a defacto Gremlin Bite Victim."

[chasingangela]

Angela snorts. "You aren't the one who ended up talking to DEATH and John Crichton about flavored condoms," she says. "I think that's my embarassment for the week. The ferret and muppet chicken sex almost doesn't register."

"But I'll probably skip the meeting, unless you really want me there. Don't want to make you guys self-conscious or whatever."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Buh?

"You talked to DEATH and John Crichton about what?"

Marty blinked a couple of times in confusion and decided to just move on with the conversation.

"If you want to be there, that's fine. We'll probably just go all emo about what fools we were. Doesn't sound like a lot fun."

[chasingangela]

Angela looks sheepish. "Long story. DEATH was making a safe sex display for the clinic with balloon animals made from condoms. And, um ..." she blushes and stirs her yogurt several times before looking up. "You know what? Let's not relive that conversation. Though Rory and Aeryn Sun both got more embarassed than I did."

"And yeah, I'll skip the gremlin thing. Come find me after, though, maybe we could watch TV or something quiet like that."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiled. A little bit at Angela's sheepishness and moreso the idea of having a quiet night in.

"That sounds pretty nice. You? Me? Minerva?"

[chasingangela]

"And the usual cast of thousands," Angela says, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "One of us should get a TV, someday. But I'll be in the third-floor common room whenever I finish my homework."

"I'll make sure to bring Min, if she isn't busy napping."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty takes her hand and squeezes back. "Our own TV? That's a pretty good idea. Then no one will yell at me when I try to change the channel when 'Bitterwoman' is on. Maybe I'll go to the emporium on Sat- I mean Sunday and see what they have."

[chasingangela]

"You're obsessed with that show," Angela tells him, then winces. "Hopefully the Librarian won't keep you too long on Saturday. I just cannot tell what goes through his monkey head, at all."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smiles thinly and pushes away the rest of his sandwich, hunger now gone.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll probably have to make him Banana Cream Pie or something like that," he joked with a fake grin on his face.

[chasingangela]

Angela knows that look.

"I'll tell Zero to ask the library to go easy on you," she says quietly. "Sometimes it listens to her. When it's in a good mood, anyhow.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives Angela a grateful look.

"Thanks," he says softly, feeling something between awkward and nervous.

[chasingangela]

"No problem. I can't stand the idea of it hurting you."

She finishes her yogurt, then reluctantly gathers her trash together. "I should get back to the library. See you tonight."

She leans over and kisses him on the forehead, letting her fingers linger in his hair for a second.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Bye!" Marty says watching Angela as she walks away.

Suddenly he's not so worried anymore.