wesleynotponcy | Room 504, Tuesday Evening

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Room 504, Tuesday Evening

So it was possible that Wesley's room was a tad bit untidy today ~~and this was apparently a theme today~~, but this time it wasn't Alex's fault. Or at least, not entirely. Today's mess had something to do with the fact that Wesley was sitting on the floor, with papers strewn everywhere as he researched... a hotel.

Yes, he felt a bit silly about it himself, but it was what Angel had asked him to work on. So.

"A two hundred and forty-year old vampire with a soul with an interest in real estate," he murmured to himself, poring over an ownership deed that Cordelia had faxed over after being unable to make heads or tails of it. "Honestly."

[[open! good god, i haven't roomposted this one in forever, oops.]]

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NOT HARM AT ALL.

"You may see it if you doubt my word further," Loki replied, plucking the box back up to show it was something called a Chia Pet. Though, this one had been carefully altered as though to look like someone Wesley had little chance of knowing. "It was suggested that perhaps he needed a hobby to occupy his time."

"Well... I can see him, ah, appreciating that," Wesley granted slowly. "How very thoughtful of you."

He was still wary, but willing to give Loki the benefit of the doubt here. Because he was an idiot.

It was true.

"I am certain he will enjoy it as much as the commercials have implied."

Hey, the puppy eyes were very convincing, okay?

"Are there instructions?" Wesley asked, eyeing it.

Not that he doubted Alex's ability to keep a plant alive, but... okay, he doubted Alex's ability to keep a plant alive.

"It is on the box!" And the hair was super realistic.

"Excellent," Wesley said. "I'm sure he'll be quite grateful." Or the plant would, anyway.

"Give him my best, will you, Wesley?" Oh this couldn't end well.

"So you don't intend to stick around for his reaction, then?" This came as SUCH A SHOCK to Wes.

"Not... precisely." SHUT UP, WESLEY.

"But if we're concluding that he'll be so terribly grateful...!" Muahahahaha.

"I do not believe he would be willing to open it should I remain," Loki replied smoothly. "His trust is sadly lacking."

"So you'd prefer that I... not reveal your identity, then?"

Oh, Loki. YOU DIDN'T KNOW WESLEY AT ALL.

"Oh no, I dare say the radio squirrels would let him know." A beat. "With glitter. Oddest of animals."

"So you're concerned for his reaction... upon the moment he opens it, then?"

"No, upon seeing me." Do keep up, Wesley.

"I see."

Poor, poor Wesley. Caught between teacup gods. His was a difficult life.

"Well. I'll make sure not to disclose your room number, then."

"If you would be so kind!"

"In the meantime..." Wesley considered thinking up an artful way to segue, but ended up just Wesleying it up. ~~What, he could totally use his name as a verb. He was basically Britta sometimes, okay?~~ "I heard via radio that you and Tara attempted some sort of magic together?"

"It may have been beyond her ken," he lamented. "I think perhaps something more simple the next time.

"I've some experience in magics myself, you know," Wesley offered neutrally. LOOK, HE JUST WANTED TO FEEL INCLUDED.

"From your... watching?" Loki. Loki.

Wesley gave Loki a face that one might dub 'contemptuous' if one were feeling especially accurate today.

"That and the decade and a half of studying, yes," he said dryly.