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The Perk [Sunday, Morning]

Why it was, that Angela was up and about early on days she really didn't need to be, would probably forever be a mystery.

She was, though, and it was still really cold out. Excess cold called for caffeine. The good stuff, not the 'found in a common room' variety.

So she ordered a mocha, flirted with the barista to get extra cream (surprising how well that usually worked), and found herself a comfortable chair to relax in. After her conversation with Dinah yesterday she was definitely considering stopping in on this convention before she went back to the dorms, just for interests sake.

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"Yeah, I don't think I much like that reason," he shook his head. "You seem to have survived the clothes scare."

"Got a bit cold, but managed to avoid accidentally flashing anyone," she said. "Which I think was a pretty impressive feat."

He remembered what she'd been wearing, but he most importantly remembered being flashed. Which explained why he flushed and quickly took a sip from his hot chocolate which was still too hot. "Good."

She couldn't help a little smirk at his blush. It wasn't difficult to imagine the reason for that.

"Speaking of," Angela remarked. "Got a voicemail from you about seeing me shirtless the other day."

Ichigo stared at her, trying to remember when on earth he would have sent her that kind of voicemail. When he couldn't imagine it, he decided she was just pulling his leg. "Very funny," he said dryly.

"There was also something about not getting pregnant, or being able to, something like that," she continued, looking amused as she sipped her coffee.

His mouth fell open and he stared at her. "What?" he asked slowly. "That wasn't to you!"

"Yeah, well, I was the one who got it," Angela told Ichigo, grinning at him.

"Oh," he couldn't hide the blushing and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Well, it wasn't meant for you," he repeated obstinately.

"Who was it meant for?" she asked, just a little intrigued, here.

"I don't know! Some idiot," he shrugged and was looking at anything but her.

"You were talking to some idiot about how fine they look shirtless?"

"I wasn't talking to anyone," he protested. "They called me. I answered! Not to you."

"Mm-hm," she intoned, sounding rather amused. "Well, it certainly made my day more interesting."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, speaking to the table top and wishing he could somehow disappear.

Angela grinned at him over her mug. "You're apologising, for brightening my otherwise dull Sunday?" she asked.

"It was rude!" he defended his apology.

"Please, I accidentally offered to strip and stick my hand down someone's pants," Angela shared. Possibly overshared. "I think I've got you beat on awkward voicemail mix ups."

Definitely overshared as Ichigo seemed to choke on the coffee he hadn't just been drinking and he sort of gaped at Angela, too dumbstruck to say anything.

"I still don't know who those went to..." she mused, apparently ignoring Ichigo's awkwardness.

"Not me," he said with a slightly squeaky voice and he quickly cleared his throat, trying to ignore it.

"Shame," Angela commented with a smirk. What? Watching him flail at that would've been fun.

Which earned her even more gaping if she thought that was fun too. "No!"

"You know, you're lucky I'm not the sort of girl to take offense at that kind of vehemence," she remarked. Still looking vastly entertained over here. "Some people consider getting dirty voicemails off me as a good thing."

"It's not tha-" he faltered mid-sentence, not having a real defence. "You're not..." He failed to come up with anything again, stopped and blinked and...

"Shut up." Really, that worked best.

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