Angel's line of thought was this: he'd been drawing rough drafts of campaign posters (good), pictures of Callisto (possibly good, depending on whether or not she was flattered or thought it came off stalkery), diagrams for the conversation with Cam and John that might take place later that night (ass kicking, definite ass kicking).
That meant he had a one in three chance of coming out of this alive.
He figured he could made those odds higher if he moved quickly.
"So, uh, I was working on this thing. You know, for Student Council?"
Whether or not Callisto noticed the other things he'd been working on as he quickly flipped past them was all dependant on how closely she was looking at his sketchbook.
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Angel's line of thought was this: he'd been drawing rough drafts of campaign posters (good), pictures of Callisto (possibly good, depending on whether or not she was flattered or thought it came off stalkery), diagrams for the conversation with Cam and John that might take place later that night (ass kicking, definite ass kicking).
That meant he had a one in three chance of coming out of this alive.
He figured he could made those odds higher if he moved quickly.
"So, uh, I was working on this thing. You know, for Student Council?"
Whether or not Callisto noticed the other things he'd been working on as he quickly flipped past them was all dependant on how closely she was looking at his sketchbook.