#entrangela

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An hour, at least. M'Tau had been looking for Angela for about an hour, could have been less but it felt like more with each step he took. Thing was, he was annoyed by so much snow, as he had to occasonally stop and shake it off, by the people whining about the cold and he had even seen the Captain brooding around, by the lack of the two people he cared about the most. For the first time in his life, he did not like being alone.

It wasn't until he stepped into a hut and saw a familiar small figure, dark hair, eyes bright and gorgeous. Yep, that was her. And she was alive, and well, and despite everyone telling him that oh yeah I've seen her or who's Angela? don't worry I'm sure she's fine he wasn't able to believe that she had left the ship until that moment. He was only a few steps away. Could almost reach out and touch her.

Which he did. With long strides, he went to her, and quickly cupped her face between his large hands before embracing her tightly. Suddenly he could breathe.

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Movie night.

Well, the screen was enormous. So that was good, he guessed.

Angela had mentioned her fondness for movies while they were talking the night before, so he thought why the fuck not, I’m gonna give this thing a try, and that is how M’Tau sat in front of a huge ass screen in one of a conference rooms that was not being used (and would be empty for at least three hours, which gave them perfect time to watch this strange movie) with half his body sprawled on a seat, and the other leaning against Angela. His duties for the day were done, he'd successfully managed to go through the day without slamming someone against the wall, good day, definitely, good mood. He thought it would be a perfect opportunity to just plant one on her lips, but… this was actually very interesting.

The fish was looking for his son in one of Earth’s oceans, and this movie was old as fuck, there were animals in there that he knew had been extinct for decades now, but nevertheless it was interesting because how were they gonna find that fish that was tiny as hell? It wasn't even in the sea, it was in a damn fish tank, which was over land. So yeah, maybe he was a bit too enthralled with it, and unable to tear his eyes away. Especially with the crabs. He liked the crabs. But he would never admit it.

"You say this is considered a classic?" he asked when the blue fish began singing. God, that was awful. He flattened his ears a bit. Then again, he knew nothing of films except that some had violence and sex and this was most definitely not one of those films. Angela looked happy, so he said nothing. Until then.

P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney. Alright. Whatever.