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Being a vampire and having an energetic puppy meant that you did a lot of walking indoors in order to make sure the puppy got its exercise.

Fortunately the school was more than big to satisfy, and that was even without including the basement since Angel had a gut instinct that Sean and Sunshine wouldn't get along (assuming Sunshine was still down there, and Angel wasn't going to be the one to check.)

This morning found Angel and a still Santa-hatted Sean wandering around the admin areas. Not really awake yet, Angel let Sean lead. The puppy snuffled his way through one hallway and another until he finally came up to a door that was in what appeared to be a much neglected corridor.

Normally Angel wouldn't have cared, but something on the door caught his eye.

"'Assistants Lounge'?" he read aloud. He frowned. "I didn't know we had an assistants' lounge."

He tested the door. The knob felt rusted, but it opened when he applied a little pressure ~~or possibly it was locked and he just had vamp strength to open it, la la la~~.

The room was dark, but Angel could make out a table, some chairs, and a faded couch. He could also make out a very strong sent of mold, mildew, and dust.

Sean, for his part, thought this was fascinating. He darted into the room, leapt onto the couch, and immediately set off a dust cloud strong enough that it billowed out into the hall. Sean barked, pleased with his accomplishment.

"Oh yeah," Angel said. "That can't be good."

He decided to investigate.

[ooc: C'mon in! Let's re-open this baby and get it ready for the new year!]

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"Aren't you clever?" Yep. Definitely grinning. Definitely had nothing to do with fire. "Sadly I left my hairspray in my other life where I actually use that. Nothing on me that's got aerosal."

"Darn, there goes that plan," Callisto suddenly became very interested in the cabinets under the sink. This interest had absolutely nothing to do with noticing Angel's grin. "Well, maybe there's hairspray, or something, in here. Never know."

"If you die while trying to find that out, I'll miss you."

"You're right," Callisto nodded, then pointed to the cabinet. "You should go."

"No way," Angel folded his arms. "Could be rats with bamboo skewers."

"My hero," Callisto commented dryly. "Use a broom to open it then."

"And trip and fall and dust myself? No way. I'm on to you."

It was possible the twinkle in his eye totally undercut his attempt to pretend like he was doing anything except winding her up for the fun of it.

Callisto might have caught the twinkle. It might have influenced her decision to fight dirty. "So if something's risky, then the best thing to do is run away? Way to set an example for Sean."

"I'm just thrilled if he doesn't lick anything in here. Uh - including that. Hang on a sec." Angel went to gently nudge the puppy away from a trail of slime that had captured Sean's attention. He distracted Sean with a ball he'd had in his coat pocket.

Callisto did not start smiling at the sight of Angel distracting Sean, she was scowling because her brilliant ploy had failed. Really.

Sean scampered after the ball, chasing it from one dusty corner to the next like his own personal pinball machine.

Angel came back to Callisto. He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, but tried to keep his attention on the sink. "Should maybe find a way to turn off the fire alarm for the room first. Assuming it has one."

"Well, smoke detectors would usually be on the ceiling," Callisto looked up, and occasionally down.

At the sink.

Which just happened to be on the other side of Angel. "Could start by disabling them."

"Why do I have no doubt whatsoever that you know how to do that?" Angel replied. There was no note of pride in his voice as he said that. None at all.

Though, a moment later, there was a note of worry. "Or maybe those are only decorative. Can you remember us ever having a fire drill?"

"What's a fire drill?" Callisto asked absently. "There are a couple of ways to find out if they're working, but most of them end in dentention."

"Fire drill is when they set the alarms off to make sure we all know to go outside of the building when it's on fire," Angel said. "'course there's also the regular alarms, which you'd think we'd have heard by now. I can't believe months have gone by and nobody has burned food or too many cigarettes or something."

He wasn't standing closer to Cal. Not at all.

"Maybe the gremlins chewed through the wires. Only one way to check," Callisto went to tap Angel on the arm. "Give me a boost."

"Sure. You look fabulous in that outfit."

"Really? You thi-, uh, I mean, not that kind of boost," Callisto shot Angel a look that suggested head-thwapping in his near future. "The detectors too high to reach from here, and I can hardly just jump up and down trying to get at it."

Angel was not mentally picturing this. At all.

"Right. Because that would be... bad." He cleared his throat. "Very bad. I'm sure."

"Yes, it would," Callisto stated flatly. "But getting back to the matter of hand, boost me up? Please?"

"Can do." Angel laced his fingers together and bent down to offer her a boost up.

"Thanks." Callisto stepped into Angel's hands and hefted herself up.

Angel held her steady, in no way showing off vamp strength that allowed him to do this effortlessly.

He was also in no way looking up because - um - he just wasn't. Really.

[ooc: Needs must go to bed. Night! Can slowplay tomorrow if you wish]

Callisto was too intent on examining the smoke detector to consider where exactly certain pieces of anatomy might now be in Angel's line of sight.

This was probably a good thing.

Hockey scores. Hockey scores were good. ... and quite possibly something he was going to develop a fetish for, given what they were currently being associated with.

"Any luck?" Angel asked, trying to keep his eyes down.

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