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[Daf O'Dill]

As soon as her class was over, Daphne dashed as quickly as she could to the kitchen. Before class, she had coveted a root beer but had no time to stop and finish one. To her dismay, someone had beat her and grabbed the last one.

"I was going to drink that!" She roared at the top of her lungs, being her usual drama queen self. She threw herself on the floor, landing on her knees dramatically. Her acting was usually so phony that it was almost comedic.

"I wanted it! I wanted it!" She said, hoping to attract the attention that she knew she would soon get.

[Angel]

Warren had been wandering around the house, trying to come up with somthing to do. his last few excursions had been floops, and he really wasn't in the mood to go to the dangor room, so he kinda just moped around.

stepping into the kitchen for lunch, he found one of the students palying drama queen.

"you know, that's not gonna get you that drink back." he muttered to her, hopeing that the theator act would be put to an end. wineing was never his strong suit.

[Daf O'Dill]

She stood up and smiled. "I know that, I just felt like messin' around." She shrugged like nothing was wrong with her childish behavior. "I always do that." She felt like asking him when they would get more but she knew perfectly well that she couldn't just sit in the kitchen and wait for more root beers. "Yeah, I know that everyone here is all stiff and rigid and what not."

"Gosh, it seems as if nobody condones fun. It's not just here," she began, "back home in Dallas, everyone was like that too. 'God, Daphne! Act your age not your shoe size!' My feet are actually kind of small. Kind of. Size seven." She looked down at her shoes. She normally blabbed and ranted off like a loony but this was the first time she was so talkative with a stranger.

"I'm Daphne Dill. What's your name?"

[Angel]

Warren blinked at the girl. well, she was an interesting one. where did the feet come from? somthing about shoes. whatever. she stopped talking at least.

"um... Warren. you must be new here." he looked her over for a moment before adding "i don't know about stiff. some of the people are unable to have joy or fun, that's what they are. some of them have fun, you just don't see it as fun." he thought of Logan at the roses, and his wings shuddered a bit.

"and then there are some of us that ore an thin ice, and don't want to break it."

[Daf O'Dill]

She shrugged. She saw his wings shudder. She was about to ask him if he was cold but thought it would be better not to. "Well, it's nice meeting you." She smiled.

She seemed somewhat distracted and looked around the room. Maybe if she was lucky, a root bear would pop out of somewhere. She had assumed that he had been there longer than her. He may have not been there long but he probably knew the school better than she did.

"Is it just me or do you get lost here easily as well?" She asked.

[Angel]

"hn?" he pulled himself back form diffrent thoughts that had permeated the scilence. "lost? i'm not entirely sure."

he poked his head into the already open fridge, and picked out a left over peice of cake. nicceling at the finger food, he shrugged.

"i don't spend much of my time in here. most of it's outside or in the dangor room. have to get used to these things." he shoved his thumb at his wings.


(OOC: sorry, i've been in hideing )