Log: Angel and Sue (Backdated)

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Sue stops by Angel's room to try to raise her spirits, teasing and worse happen.

"Twinkie. Twiiiiiiinkie." Angel waved her good hand at the blonde ferret, who gave her an odd look before running off, disappearing under the bureau. The redhead sighed, rolling onto her side with a bit of a grimace to look at Slinky, who was curled up beside her, fast asleep. "You still love me, right?"

"You know they say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness right?" A voice asked from outside the door followed by a muffled knock as the door was pushed open. A large basket with legs appeared in the door, "I'm pretty sure talking to your pets doesn't help with that, it jsut means you're that cat...ferret lady."

"Hey, sometimes they answer," Angel said as she lifted herself a bit, looking at the door. "Though I guess that doesn't really help my - what the <i>heck</i> is that?" She cut herself off mid-defense as Basket-Sue appeared in her line of vision. "Sue did a basket eat you? Do you need help?"

"Ummm, Get well soon gift?" Sue hedged,dropping the basket on the edge of Angel's bed with a sigh of relief. "And maybe a little bribe too" she muttered, "I mean treats are a no brainer and look, I found Slinkie and Twinkie's big brother." the teenager said with a grin pointing at a stuffed animal in the shape of a ferret.

Angel raised an eyebrow as she settled against her pillows. She hadn't missed Sue's mutters. "I'll have to come up with a name for him later." She needed something that rhymed with Slinkie and Twinkie. "Now what's this I hear about a bribe?"

"Bribe? Who said anything about a bribe?" the girl asked pasting her most innocent look on her face, "Would I ever try to bribe you? You're incorruptible, I mean you wouldn't ever be tempted by anything, certainly not fudgiscles. Would you?" the blonde asked with a grin.

At that Angel snorted, shaking her head. "No offense Sue, but faking innocence definitely isn't your thing." But she was grinning - no harm done. "Why don't you try again?"

"Ummm, I need a favour?" Sue hedged with a small pout, no-one ever seemed to trust her innocent face. It's not like she was trying to do anything evil, well at least not often.

"That's more like it," Angel said with a small smile. "What can I do for ya?"

"Well, you're like the mansion photography recorder type person right?"

"I suppose so, yeah." The redhead tilted her head a bit. She'd never really thought about it. But yeah. "Why, you need pictures taken? 'Cause you're gonna need to prop me up if that's the case."

"Nothing like that," Sue hurriedly assured Angel, the last thing she wanted was anything that could make Angel worse.."Well,"  suddenly Sue found herself very interested in the duvet on Angel's bed, teasing it through her fingers repeatedly and not looking directly at Angel, "Well you know it's Valentine's day coming up," she told the older woman,."I was hoping you had some photo's in your vast and magical archive of awesome that I could use to make a present for Maddie."

Angel bit down the "aaaaawww" that threatened to bubble up pat her lips. Clearly Sue was uncomfortable about it. "Valentine's Day? Really. Dang, looks like it's gonna be me and the ferrets having a romantic dinner again. Anyways. I'm sure I can dig something up." She reached down, grabbing her laptop and booting it up. She was at a lot of the New Mutant stuff, after all, and everything was a picture op. "What exactly are you looking for? I've got a pretty wide range here."

"Just you know photos of us?" Sue asked feeling a little more sure of herself now that Angel wasn't laughing at her for the worst present idea ever. "I have some photos, but I wanted to make something like a collage for her. But you know just repeating the same photo's again and again is a little meh," the girl pulled a face before she grinned at Angel, "I bet the ferrets clean up pretty good for dinner though, if you can hold them still long enough to get them into a tux." The blonde blinked, "ferrets in tuxs."

"Alright well I've got a <i>ton</i> from the last dance thingy, here." She turned her screen so Sue could see as she flipped through pictures, pausing on ones of the redhead and blonde. "Have I mentioned you two are adorable? I also have non-dance ones from the volunteer stuff you guys do, and some sniped stuff that you can't get mad at me for because that's the casualty of living with an artist, yo." She chuckled at the thought of her precious pets in tuxes. "But their table manners would be <i>awful</i>. They'd have their faces in the plates, food flying everywhere...it'd be a total disaster."

Sue couldn't help herself as she ended up staring at the blanket again with a faint blush, "Thanks," the blonde forced herself to look up at the screen, pointedly ignoring Angel's face. "These are pretty good," she noted before grinning at Angel, "but we don't live with an artist, we have an artist as a mentor. Doesn't that make it abuse of power or something?" she asked sticking her tongue out at Angel. "Can you imagine what they'd do with the soup course?" the younger girl asked gesturing to the sleeping Slinky, "At least you know it'd be fun."

"Ah, but I wasn't acting as your mentor when I sniped those pictures. I was simply walking around and I happened to have a camera and I happened to see certain couples doing cute stuff." She paused for a moment, frowning. "Wow, that makes me sound like a creeper. Or a stalker. Or a creepy stalker. Can we forget everything I just said?" At the mention of the ferrets and a soup course, she shuddered. "Dear god. They'd probably drown themselves. My poor babies."

"I dunno, I mean I used to look up to you and now I'm deeply traumatized and scared. I'm not sure I can forget it Miss creepy stalker lady," Sue teased Angel with a smile, "unless...what's it it for me?" she asked sticking her tongue out at the older girl. "Have a little faith, they'd probably only end up tipping the bowl across the table and soak your dress instead."

"What's in it for you is that I don't tease you mercilessly and follow you around going 'aaaawwwww' every time you and Maddie hold hands." Hey, New Mutant mentor or not, Angel was <i>not</i> above blackmail. "And then they'd walk around in the puddle and hop off the table and get soup all over the room. Hmn. For some reason this idea is starting to lose its appeal."

"You? Tease someone? It can't be so!" Sue exclaimed in mock horror, "Why you're the perfect example of responsibility and upright citizen hood and umm trustworthiness." Sue winked at Angel, "That must be it, who else is gonna provide me with such a sterling example of behaviour?" The blonde considered the sleeping ferret, "More likely they'd probably end up crawling all over Miss Dane's bed." A grin spread over Sue's face, "imagine the prank war they could start."

"Nooooooooo, I would <i>never</i> tease someone," Angel said with a solemn nod. "I am a perfect angel, it even says so in my name." She couldn't say that with a straight face though. "I think Lorna would just throw me out, honestly. Or she'd make me get rid of them. Or she'd introduce a new ingredient to one of her recipes." Her eyes widened at the thought of that, and she grabbed Slinky, cuddling him close. The ferret squeaked as his sleep was disturbed and wiggled out of her arms, running away.

"I'm sure she wouldn't just turn them into ferret stew," Sue assured Angel, "Maybe just threaten them to make them behave. I mean it's not like Lili has never made a mess," Sue said mock glaring at the offending dog. "She loves to mess around with my surfboard wax," Sue confided in the redhead.

"Yeah but Lili is <i>hers</i>," Angel whispered in mock horror. "She's had Lili since she was like...I dunno, a student or something. A really, really long time. She has emotional attachment. She doesn't have that with Slinky or Twinkie."

"How could anyone not have an emotional attachment to the cute little ones?" Sue grinned evilly, "I mean it's not like they steal anything shiny that they can, or shed hair, or walk over someone's bed with tomato feet, do they?"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to pick on the injured?" Angel asked with a pout. "Not to mention the people who are helping you put together your Valentine's Day gift for your girlfriend."

"I musta missed that part of class," Sue replied with a grin, "besides I'm sure there must be a clause in there when the injured party starts it and tries blackmailing you." she told Angel with a laugh.

"The injured party did nothing of the sort." The redhead winked. "She was simply laying here, minding her own business, and wham. All the cruelness came raining down on her."

Sue hastily turned a laugh into a cough her eye alighting on the face of Twinkie who had was peering at the two crazy humans curiously. Temporarily taking her leave of the comfortable bed Sue scooped up the ferret before returning to her seat. "I ask you Your Honor, is that the face of an innocent party?" she asked the ferret seriously before scratching him behind the head eliciting a contented purr from the ferret. "See, he agrees with me," she told Angel with a grin.

"Hey, no turning my pet against me," Angel said with a laugh. "Besides, you totally rigged it with the head scritches. I call a thousand kinds of unfair."

"Well I had to be sure he'd agree with me," Sue pointed out as she settled into her seat contentedly, "besides, you know what they say, all's fair in love and war."

"Then don't complain when I blackmail you." But she grinned as she stuck her tongue out at the young blonde. There was no malice in her voice, of course.

"Complain? Moi? I would never," Sue assured her friend, "Although you couldn't complain then if I retaliate." she noted as she grinned at Angel

"Oh I won't. But can this theoretical war wait until I have full use of both arms?" She was smirking as she held up the plaster-wrapped arm. "I don't think you could enjoy victory knowing you took advantage of me while I was crippled."

"I dunno, victory is supposed to be sweet, and I mean how else am I ever going to stand a chance in a war with you?" the blonde asked with a laugh, "I guess we can hold off the prank war until you're feeling better, but then it's going to have to be legen...wait for it...dary," Sue finished with a grin.

"Well when you put it like that..." Angel made a show of rubbing her eyes and grinning. "I've been watching <i>way</i> too much Netflix. I understood that reference."

"That just shows how excellent your taste is," Sue assured the older girl, "It's an awesome show...although I can't believe I just quoted Barney."

"Lily is my soul sister, but Barney is by far more quotable," Angel said completely seriously. "Which is ironic when you actually stop to think about it."

"It is?" Sue arched an eyebrow questioningly at Angel.

"Well I don't know about you but I haven't slept with two-hundred woman and I don't run around yelling 'suit up.'" Angel smirked a bit. "The point is you wouldn't think Barney would be so relateable."

"Oh well, you know," Sue grinned at Angel, "He's not really relateable per say, it's just the writers give him all the best lines  He's meant to be the cool character, the one everyone wants to be."

"Excuse me?" She pulled a mock-offended look. "I'm plenty cool enough without wishing I was Barney, thank you very much."

"You mean you don't want a job where you really have to do nothing all day and get paid boat loads of cash without really doing anything?" The blonde queried.

"Nah, that'd be so much less rewarding than keeping track of you guys and making sure nobody kills someone," Angel said with a wink.

"Awww spoilsport, you just have to take all the fun out of it don't you," the blonde asked with a grin.

"Well yeah. That's kinda in the whole job description of being an adult." She stuck her tongue out at Sue.

"Being an adult sucks," Sue told the redhead with finality as she leaned back on the bed and scratching Twinkie behind the ears.

"Word."