Room 504, Tuesday Evening

[wesleynotponcy]

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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[abitlowkey]

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

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"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."

[abitlowkey]

"If you would be so kind!"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[abitlowkey]

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

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

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

[abitlowkey]

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

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

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.

[abitlowkey]

"So, you're a sorcerer?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley considered the terminology, then decided it applied.

"Certainly," he said, adjusting his collar. Like a doooouche.

[abitlowkey]

"I am certain you could be of use then." Yes. Just what you want to hear.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Well," Wesley sniffed. "If you insist, I suppose I wouldn't mind sitting in on a session."

Wesley, why were you so weird?