[ Ange partially understands the question. She really doesn't want her roommates walking in on any of this either, since it'd just be embarrassing as all hell and about fifty levels of stuff she doesn't want to explain. But she doesn't get his gist about the couch at all, since Ange's been so focused on the sheer feeling of kissing him and making sure she doesn't screw up that she hasn't even noticed how impractical their positions are yet.
(Despite it being one of the most obvious things here, but that's just how Ange works - she always glances over the things that should be obvious.)
And so she glances from him to the space around them for a moment, looking a lot less cynical and more innocent in her expression with the way she's caught off guard by him breaking off the contact between their lips. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up to the rest of her. ]
Uh.. they're not. I think. [ Most of them are present enough to notice, anyway. You don't easily miss someone with enough blonde hair to practically be a male Rapunzel or a wolf walking around, right.. ]
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(Despite it being one of the most obvious things here, but that's just how Ange works - she always glances over the things that should be obvious.)
And so she glances from him to the space around them for a moment, looking a lot less cynical and more innocent in her expression with the way she's caught off guard by him breaking off the contact between their lips. It takes a moment for her brain to catch up to the rest of her. ]
Uh.. they're not. I think. [ Most of them are present enough to notice, anyway. You don't easily miss someone with enough blonde hair to practically be a male Rapunzel or a wolf walking around, right.. ]
Why..?