Room 212: Morning

[oatmanspatient]

Marty is up somewhat early as he needs to pack for his trip out to Neptune and Pittsburgh. He's being very quiet though as there's a certain red head fast asleep in the bed.

Of course dropping a suitcase on his foot and swearing probably isn't what he intended by being quiet.

[For the girlfriend]

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[chasingangela]

The swearing woke Angela up.

Kind of. "But I don't wanna take him to the supermarket," she muttered to her pillow. "He's too big."

[oatmanspatient]

Despite the throbbing of his big toe, Marty snickered to himself at Angela talking in her sleep. "How big is he?" he whispered gently.

[chasingangela]

"Bigger'n Elvis," Angela said. "And green."

[oatmanspatient]

"Does he sing too?" Marty whispered.

[chasingangela]

Angela ran a hand along his jaw. "It'll be perfect," she said. "And classes, what classes?"

[oatmanspatient]

"That's true," Marty said leaning down to kiss Angela's neck. "Gosh. How will we spend that time?"

[chasingangela]

"I have no idea," Angela said. "We could go and try to find some singing antelopes."

[oatmanspatient]

Marty's hand slid down Angela's arm until he found the coffee cup in her hand and gently took it and placed it on the dresser. He then proceeded to kiss the other side of Angela's neck. "Hmm. That would mean tromping around in the forest. We could catch cold doing that."