NYC: Tuesday, All day

[oatmanspatient]

It's a small apartment. One bedroom with a separate kitchen and a living room that really should be called a closet. However the apartment has one thing going for it that cannot be beat: Rent Control.

Marty has spent most of the morning moving boxes into the apartment taking the occasional break to test whether or not the phone was workingRight

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[chasingangela]

Angela huffed up the stairs carrying a box full of CDs. "Remind me why you had to move in August?" she asked, as she set down the box and dramatically collapsed to the floor.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty grinned and went to the fridge to pull out a couple of cold sodas. "Don't blame me for how the school schedule worked out. I'm totally innocent on timelines here," he said tossing a can to Angela. "Besides you look good sweaty."

[chasingangela]

Angela held the can away from herself to open it, then slurped off the foam as it dribbled onto her fingers.

"I'll take the compliment," she said. "It's nice to get out of Pittsburgh, anyhow. I was ready to kill Danielle."

[oatmanspatient]

"Aw, she's a sweetheart," Marty teased. "She only pesters you because she loves you. Down. Deep deep down."