xp_logs | Alex and Shiro take action

Hoping to find that mysterious purple-haired woman again, early Sunday morning Shiro retraced his path around school grounds. Alas, she was no where to be found. Disappointed, after returning to the mansion, he heads up to his dorm to grab his books and do some work.

Alex was heading up the stairs, some of the college stuff Scott had sent under his arm. He'd been looking over it in the library and now wanted to compare it with the reasarch he'd done earlier. He saw Shiro heading in the same direction and caught up with him. "Hey."

"Ohayoo," he greets his roommate, letting Alex fall in beside him. "Are you going back to the room, too?"

Alex nodded then rolled his eyes. "Yep, back to spend time in quiet with the moping blob."

Shiro sneers. "Has anybody told you yet why he's acting like such an idiot? Because I don't understand it at all."

"Nope, nada. Rather annoying really since we have to live with him." Alex shook his head.

Shiro nods in agreement. "Did you get that e-mail Dr. McTaggart sent us? I think we should just follow his advice and forcefully remove him from the room. You'd be surprised how much the threat of physical violence can be a motivator."

"Yeah, I was thinking about that before Dr. MacTaggart sent that e-mail, so at least now we have teacher permission. That boy has got to stop doing this to himself, he was all depressive after the thing with Doug and Artie too."

"I could drop him out a window. Do you think that would help?" Shiro suggests, only half-joking.

Alex laughed. "It would work but I think Hank would have a problem with that and I don't want a big blue hairball on our case."

Shiro pauses once they reach their room, his hand on the doorknob. "Well, between the two of us, we should be able to drag him out ourselves."

Alex nodded. "We just gotta be careful. I have a feeling he isn't going to be to happy about us forcefully evicting him on his ass."

"What's the expression? Anoo, 'sucks to be him'." Shiro opens the door and enters the room, but doesn't make for his bookcase. Instead, he just stands in front of Angelo's bed, arms crossed, with a menacing glare on his face.

Angelo, head burrowed in the pillow, barely notices that he's there.

Alex follows Shiro and after pausing to throw his stuff on his bed, takes a casual postion behind Shiro. "Yo Angelo, you awake?" He nudges Angelo's foot.

Angelo twitches, then looks up at them, confused. "Yeah..." he answers quietly.

"Enough of this. What is going on?" Shiro asks none-too-politely.

Angelo blinks at him warily. "Sorry, man. Not now..."

"Yes now Angelo...We're sick of your moping."

"It's ridiculous," Shiro says. "If something is bothering you, you go out and fix it. You don't roll up into a ball and hide in your room."

Angelo looks up at them, face blank. "Sorry. You should have said, I'd have gone to the basement with Sarah."

"With miss stormy personality? Yeah that would have helped..." Alex retorted sarcastically. "Come on Angelo, you can do better then that."

Angelo turns away, muttering almost inaudibly. "Maybe I didn't want to..."

"Well, what you want is no longer my concern, to be quite honest." Right about now would be a good time for Shiro to pick up Angelo and toss him, McCoy be damned.

Alex gave Shiro a warning side glance. "Angelo, your not doing yourself any good this way..."

Angelo glances up briefly. "Maybe not. But at least I don't hurt anyone either. Even if I annoy them." Realising he's let something slip, he turns away again, falling silent.

Shiro raises an eyebrow. "As long as you didn't kill anyone, you have nothing to complain about . . ."

"Exactly." Alex mood darkened slightly and he turned to Shiro. "I think now would be a good time..."

Angelo didn't look up, unaware of the significance of those words.

Shiro nods and walks around Angelo's bed. He grabs his shirt collar and pulls him up. It's quite a funny scene for a third-party observer, seeing a short Japanese kid trying to pick up a much taller Latino boy single-handedly. "I really don't want to have to hurt you, Angelo. Much."

Angelo stares at him, startled. "What...?" Then he gets an idea of what's going on, and just glares. He doesn't try to struggle, afraid of what might happen if one of them hit him.

"No hurting, just dumping." Alex was in no mood to laugh, though the scene was humorous. The taller blonde came around and took Angelo's arm. "Grab the other, Shiro."

Shiro nods and does what Alex says, his grip strong from years of martial arts training, ready to use force if Angelo becomes too unruly.

Angelo, surprisingly perhaps - or perhaps not, doesn't resist at all.

Years of swimming in the ocean aided Alex as he and Shiro dragged Angelo to the door and promptly pushed him out.

"Sayonara, Angelo-chan," Shiro calls out.

Angelo staggered momentarily when they pushed him through the door, before regaining his balance. With all the dignity he can manage, and without looking at them, he walks away, heading for the rec room.

"And get some proper help dude." Alex called before shutting the door. He gave Shiro a small smile. "Well that went well...I think."

Shiro sneers before going over to his side of the room to finally start on his work. "At least he's out in one piece, which is more than he could have asked for."

Alex laughed softly as he shook his head and went over to his bed to look over the college stuff. "Right..."

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From:

x-sparky.livejournal.com

Angelo-chan.

That's.. interesting.

From:

x-foliate.livejournal.com

I would suggest to Alex and Shiro to not go anywhere near Paige. She will probably kick you in the teeth.

That is all.

(ps. I lied! great log, everyone. :D)