xp_logs | Log: Clarice and Angelo

Clarice headed towards Angelo's room, wondering why she hadn't seen him all day. It wasn't like him to be completely reclusive, especially since he had to take Joyita out fairly regularly. The loud music blaring through the door answered her question.

"Dude, let me in!" Clarice demanded, unfazed by Rammstein.

Angelo hadn't been neglecting the puppy. He'd just taken her out, when she needed to go, while trying to avoid seeing anyone. He didn't feel like explaining his hands to half the school. So he'd borrowed Jono's Rammstein CD to listen to, through which Joyita was miraculously managing to sleep. Hearing Clarice shouting over the music, he finally sighed and went to open the door. "Hey, Pixie."

"Joyita!" Clarice cooed, heading straight to the puppy who was looking around to see who had interrupted her nap. "Such a good girl, yes...you are! What's up Ange?"

Angelo stood aside to let her pass, watching her with bemused affection. "Same old, same old. You?"

"Oh, not much. Can I borrow a pair of Jono's jeans?" Clarice had that sewing glint in her eye, the one that said she was up to no good and was going to take everyone down with her.

He eyed her suspiciously, unobtrusively keeping his hands by his sides where she might not notice them. "...Depends. What are you gonna do to them?"

Rolling her eyes, Clarice continued to scratch Joyita between her ears, "Take over the world with them, Angelo. I'm going to make a surprise for Jono. Don't worry, they'll still be pants when I'm done."

"Is he goin' to like the surprise?" Angelo asked patiently. "Bearin' in mind that this is Jono we're talkin' about."

"Right. Jono. Ball of light. He won't mind." Clarice was confident that he at least couldn't interfere.

"When he needs the pants again, he might", Angelo pointed out, amused. "But sure, you can have a pair. As long as he's got spares."

Clarice followed Angelo to Jono's room and waited while he dug a pair of black jeans out of Jono's room. "What did you do to your hands?" she asked, only mildly concerned. Angelo and the punching bag were good friends and she would have known if something else had happened.

He glanced round, expression neutral, as they headed back into his room with the jeans. "The usual thing. Pushed it a bit too far this time."

"Because of Amanda?" Clarice took the black jeans from the older boy, sitting down to rub Joyita's belly.

He nodded, joining her to scritch the dog's ears. "Yep."

Sighing, Clarice nodded. She knew. Well, she didn't know it all, she didn't know much, but she didn't need to. Someone had fucked with her friends again and there was nothing she could do. It was becoming an everyday occurance. "I did lunges to Pat Benatar. Didn't help. Did the punching bag?"

"For a while. Helps to do somethin' mindless for a while. 'Course, then I get the bruises so I can't do it again for a couple days."

Nodding, Clarice gathered the jeans up, "You know I'm here if you want to rant, right? Or if you want to glitter Amanda."

Angelo laughed. "'m not sure glitterin' Amanda would help right now, Pixie. Not 'til she recovers a bit, at least. But rantin'... yeah. I know. Thank you."

"Anytime."