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[the_antiangst]

Angel's in the bar, over by the fireplace - he was outside for a while this afternoon, after all, despite his issues with cold. It was worth it to find out what the hell Mark was up to, though.
Anyway, now he's inside, and... not doing much of anything, actually. It's been a long couple of weeks, and now he doesn't have to worry about his best friend being off his rocker.
Time for a break.

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[the_antiangst]

"It's... I think it's a good thing you missed it. at least at the end. You ever read Soul Music?"
This would be Angel trying to figure out just how much Mark spread his penchant for crazy British fantasy. It'll make things easier to explain, possibly.

[mitanarchist]

"Not really...too busy reprogramming stuff at MIT..."

He shrugs.

[the_antiangst]

"It's a pretty good book. But... well, it's a lot funnier when the book's sentient, semi-parasitic variation on rock and roll isn't in here and driving half the bar batshit. Including Mark."
And some of the flail from yesterday reconstitutes itself - not all, since the problem's gone, but still. "He thought he was me, yesterday afternoon. And vice versa. That was. I don't even know where to start."

[mitanarchist]

Collins kisses once again,

"Then maybe you shouldn't start? There are some things that are best left unexplained..."

[the_antiangst]

Kissing is good.
"That might be for the best, then. Words defy it."
It's Angel's considered opinion that there should be more kissing right about now. So there is.