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wesleynotponcy) wrote2012-01-24 06:02 pm
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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.]]
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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Poor, poor Wesley. Caught between teacup gods. His was a difficult life.
"Well. I'll make sure not to disclose your room number, then."
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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?"no subject
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"That and the decade and a half of studying, yes," he said dryly.
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"Certainly," he said, adjusting his collar. Like a doooouche.
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Wesley, why were you so weird?