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Tuesday, 2/7

Krycek had the room open, coffee started, and a crossword puzzle open on the table ~~because sudoku puzzles are the devil! The devil I say!~~.

He was ready to camp out there all day, if only to avoid hanging out in his dorm room.

[ooc: ~~Going to bed! Threads are up! Figure Krycek's really into his puzzle until I get back to ya.~~ I'm here now, will be on all day, woo.]

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"Yeah, the chef freaks me out," Angela agrees. "I should get over it, but ... I'm happy with yogurt, really. Cafeteria food is bad enough at a normal school."

"Probably better for you, too," he said, smirking. "So, at the party. Were you doing cover-up for the hunting thing? S'that why you were jumpy?"

Angela blinks. "Got it in one," she says. "Are you going to yell at me?"

Krycek reached into the bag and snagged a cashew, glancing up at Angela with one eyebrow cocked slightly. "Why would I yell at you?"

Angela shrugged. "Either because it was dangerous and stupid or because we didn't invite you. It seems like there's a lot of that going around."

She licks yogurt off her spoon. "Zero won't even talk to me."

Krycek shrugged as well. "I wouldn't have gone. Are you kidding me? I wouldn't be out there unless you paid me. A lot."

"I didn't go out," Angela said. "Not a fighter. I was just on the support team. Hence the party."

"But yeah, they're either crazy or really brave."

"Crazy," Krycek offered with a nod. He looked down at his crossword and frowned slightly. "You don't happen to know the capital of Ghana, do you?"

"No idea. We never got to Africa in Geology freshman year," Angela said.

"Sorry."

He shrugged and tried a couple things out, erasing soon after. "You know, I think we see each other more often than when we had newspaper together."

Angela laughed. "I think you're right! But it's pretty easy to be more often than --" she thought for a second. "Basically never."

"I guess we have History of Art together, as well," he said, grinning. "Just, now all the cliques have fallen together, for the most part, I'm surprised when I still see people on a fairly regular basis. Does that make sense?"

"It does," Angela agreed. "You never mean to be part of a clique, but they seem to come up at every school. Like lice, or bad cafeteria food."

She frowned. "Hey, speaking of seeing people on a regular basis, how's Jake? I haven't seen him around in a while."

"Jake? He's been in my room. A lot. Apparently the snow monsters trashed Logan's house, so they had to move into the dorms. Jake was supposed to room with Logan, but jumped ship before they started doing things they might regret." He's only half-kidding and sighs as he fills in another word with quick block letters.

"I heard about the house and that they'd moved to the dorms," Angela said. "And somehow it doesn't surprise me he's ending up in your room. Logan's okay, but I wouldn't want to live with him, you know?"

She scrapes her spoon across the bottom of her yogurt container.

"How's the crossword going?"

"I sympathize, but I'm not sure that moving in together is the way to go," he grumbled. "And I have yet to gain miraculous geographical knowledge - still stuck on Ghana."

Angela tilted her head, thinking. "Yeah, I wouldn't have moved in with Marty. It seems too ... permanent, y'know? Plus I need my space. But I guess it works for some people."

"And I also do not know the capital of Ghana. Still."

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