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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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"Living flames in this school wouldn't surprise me at all." If Angel's hand went to the small of Callisto's back it was because he was a nice guy and nice guys helped people when they tripped.

"Maybe the Investigator's Club could, uh, study it next term, probably be less trouble than gremlins," Callisto wasn't distracted by the placement of Angel's hand. After all, he was just being a nice guy.

"If that fire lasts that long we might have more to worry about than holes in jars." Angel's hand might have rubbed Callisto's back, but only to make sure she hadn't hurt herself when she tripped.

"Well, if it's alive we can't just put it out. Especially since we were the ones who started it," Callisto might have slid her hands up Angel's arms, but that was because his sleeves were made of really nice fabric. "It'd be wrong."

"True," Angel agreed. If he was standing closer to Callisto that was just a trick of the unnatural green light. "But a fire that burns on and on and nobody does anything about it is just... wrong."

"Yeah," Callisto focused on one of Angel's shirt buttons. It was very...button-ish. "You shouldn't leave any fire untended. It never ends well."

"Just burns and burns, all hot and... unsatisfied." If Angel wasn't making eye contact, it was probably because he was looking at other things.

"It's purpose unfulfilled." Callisto was not fiddling with the button. Really. She had nothing to do with the fact it might now be undone.

Any second now his hand was going to drop lower than her back. "I - um - talked to Jenny."

Callisto noticed that Angel's shirt seemed to have another defective button. "You, uh, you did?"

"Yeah," Angel said. He toyed with a loose thread on her shirt. "Apparently Jenny's people think I should suffer forever, and anything I do that makes me feel even remotely like I'm human is wrong and should never happen."

"Well, I can see where they're coming from, with the whole vengeance angle," Callisto tried to look him in the eye. "But, y'know, sometimes how wrong something is depends on who's looking at it."

Angel nodded. "Plus if we go by that logic, I gotta give up the puppy. And I'm not giving up the puppy."

"Which you shouldn't. Because if you just gave up the puppy, he'd be hurt and confused, and that would be wrong."

"See, this is exactly what I'm saying!" Angel nodded his agreement. "How can it be right for them to expect me to do things that hurt people when the soul makes me want to help them? The whole curse makes no sense."

"The desire for revenge and rational thinking aren't exactly bosom buddies," Callisto said without a trace of irony.

"I get that," Angel said. "Still, seems to me that in that case they don't get a vote. Not to be rude or anything, but there's a lot of people who I've done wrong to. I'm not really seeing how tilting everything I do in favor of what gypsies will or won't like is going to be useful to anybody."

"Then don't, if it interferes that badly with redressing wrongs done. The greater good and all that jazz," Callisto shrugged. "Unless of course you decide to take Psych nest term, then what gypsies will and won't like will be a little more important."

Angel snickered. Then he looked at Callisto more seriously. "You're really okay for all this? For what people might say if they see you trying to make me happy? And for what it might mean if the curse doesn't break while we're together?"

"I never was one to care what people might say about me, and as for the other," Callisto smiled ruefully. "I'm sure I'll be to survive the blow to my ego."

"You sure?" Angel asked. "Because there are plenty of guys at this school who don't come with baggage like I do."

Angel thought about it. "Not, you know, that I can think of their names offhand, but they're bound to exist. Maybe we could flip through a yearbook or something?"

"Angel, if I wanted a guy without baggage we wouldn't be having this conversation, I'd be dragging Bridge off into the nearest storage closet."

"Yeah, he is pretty cute," Angel cocked his head to the side as though he was thinking about it now.

"And sweet, and funny, and completely brood-free," Callisto ticked off points on her fingers. "But you'll notice no closet shegnaigans going on."

"So you like guys with issues, is what you're saying." Angel hooked his thumbs into his pockets. "Or is it height? Because I've got that too."

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