yumemigaoka | THOU ART MAIDENLESS, AND THUS THOU ART ALONE

Whew, that's a relief. Pretty sure I already promised my soul to some guy for half a pack of cigarettes. You don't have to go out of your way for me, but I wouldn't say no to some leftovers~ I'm a decent cook myself, but at the moment I'm lacking a kitchen...

[...And the rest of the apartment. But Ango's never really cared about having a place to call "home," anyway. As soon as he's in his room alone, he can feel the walls starting to close in.]

Anyway, if I skipped work every time I felt like something the cat dragged in, I'd probably never show up. And office pranks aren't gonna pull themselves, you know? I can't leave Zeke to manage DU morale on his own.

Only half a pack? Bruh! I don't smoke, but you definitely should've held out for the whole pack. And made sure they were your brand, right? I hope you did that, at least...

I'd offer to let you borrow my kitchen, but I dunno how my landlord would feel about strange guys coming over to my apartment. I already have a few, between my bandmates and the S.O., ya know. Still, I'll definitely make you at least one batch of calzones. And if you want my curry certificate, like I said. You can have it, no sweat.

[She pauses there for a moment, still looking concerned.] Are you doing okay? Really, if you need to take a day, I'm pretty sure Zeke could handle morale on his own.

I'll hold out for a better deal the next time I promise my soul to somebody. At this rate, when I die there's gonna be enough people fighting over me that I'll be able to sneak straight out of Hell.

[He cracks a smile at that. As tempting as a real kitchen is, he can't impose on Sam's kindness any more than he already has... he may be a good cook, but he always leaves a huge mess in his wake. And he's probably at least as sketchy-looking as her bandmates... wait, what's this about a S.O.?]

You're seeing somebody? Heh, guess I can't ask you out on a curry date, then~

[He's just joking - Sam's a little too young for him. But maybe he's been so focused on Ai for the past few months that he hasn't considered other possibilities... at least he can console himself with the fact that ~~stupid sexy~~ Zeke is definitely still single, too.]

I'll be fine! Haha, you know me, I'm basically a human cockroach - unkillable and totally trying to get into your kitchen.

Ha! Why not? Friendship dates are a thing, y'know. At least where I'm from. Besides, aren't I technically a little young for you?

[There's no 'technically'. Still, if he asked her out on a curry date--even if it ended up being dutch, or if she had to pay for it--Sam would go. He's an author! There's probably some wisdom to be had here! Or at least good song material.

And what Ango doesn't know won't hurt him. Right?]

I think you're at least a little bit higher on the proverbial evolutionary chain than a cockroach--though being equally hard to kill, well. That's probably a good thing. Maybe get that as a power?

[She can't help but wink at that.]

You feel a little better, so we can schlep our way to work? I'll...probably leave your calzones in the work fridge in a bag with your name on it, when I make them. [There's no 'if'.] They probably ought to stay refrigerated, though you should be able to heat them in the microwave, you know?

Right now I'm feeling positively ancient, so you're probably right...

[Apparently women are into vampires, but only in the "sexy debauched 800-year-old aristocrat" way, not the "bloodless shambling middle-aged corpse" way. Oh well, Sam's definitely too young for him anyway. While the "half your age plus seven" rule exceeds Ango's number of fingers and therefore his ability to calculate, his personal rule is to not date anyone younger than a really good bottle of whiskey.]

Huh, that wouldn't be a bad power... doesn't fit with my theming, though, and Zeke's already got the indestructibility power.

[...With Zeke's absolutely rancid bad luck, his indestructibility is probably the only way he manages to survive. Even though Ango has always thought of himself as a tough guy, the Dream Sphere granted him a far more support-oriented skill set. It would be nice to have some resistance to Hibiki's punches, though...]

The promise of homemade calzones is enough to revive me! I guess we'd better get to work before you end up being late.

You'll feel better eventually, Ango. This won't last, I promise. Especially if you get some actual nutrients into you.

[Because she can only speculate on what he's been eating, and it probably beats out Zeke's eating Spaghetti-O's straight from the can, if she's honest. But Sam is definitely not going to ask. Ango's ego, such as it is, might be able to take it. She's not sure her sanity can take that blow.]

Oh, Zeke! If he had the lockdown on powers, I'd be in trouble, because we both have electricity powers. Besides, we're Dreamers, right? It's like--if we can dream it, we can be it, right? Follow your heart. You're Ango, not Zeke, and you're fine just the way you are!

[Recent Disturbance aside. It wasn't as if she hadn't been there for part of it, after all. Sam would give him a punch in the shoulder, but Ango has already done himself enough lasting damage for the week--even if it'll get better, she doesn't need to compound it. She laughs a bit, then.]

We can take whatever time you need. I'm not late that often, and it'd be for a good reason, you know? If I catch any flack, I can handle it. Don't worry about me!

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