Angel shook her head and smiled at her sister. As if she didn't know. Then again, maybe she didn't. [b]"Well... Today. I was thinking about something more... relaxed. You know? Maybe some cute sneakers? I kind of want to start running in the morning. After all, how else will I fit into these cute clothes?"[/b] She explained to Rose as they walked through the mall parking lot. [b]"OH! I should get an entire outfit for working out. Or maybe two.. .or three... We could go on a work out regime, the two of us!"[/b] Angel shouted, twirling quite happily. [b]"It'll be fabulous."[/b] She said as they got to the doors of the mall.

As they entered, Angel looked around. [i]Tsk Tsk...[/i] Why did other people have such horrible tastes in clothing? What was that woman wearing? A purple disaster? It looked like she was being swallowed whole by Barney. Not exactly... chic. Angel tried not to look at her and thus found her eyes settling on another woman. Angel blinked and then turn away again. PJs were [i][u]never[/u][/i] acceptable if one wanted to impress. Now, Angel could understand if the woman was sick or ill or... tired. But still. When going out it was more fun to dress up anyway.

She shook her head and turned to look at her sister. [b]"Come on, let's go check out that athletic wear store. Surely they'd have everything we need."[/b] Angel told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with her. She ignored the looks they both got from the mall goers, mainly the men. She hated it when guys looked at Rose. It made her sick. In Angel's mind, Rose wasn't going to date until she was like 30. Or when Angel was dead. But that's kind of a morbid thought...

[i]Yeah, I don't really [b]want[/b] to die. But I don't want anyone to date Rose either. Sleezeballs.[/i]