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Room 504, Monday Afternoon
Mar. 12th, 2012 09:59 amWesley was just in the middle of drafting an email to Giles about possibly borrowing books when something odd happened. His phone rang.
Yes, yes, laugh it up, he was terribly unpopular. But today – today his phone was ringing and it was Cordelia. He answered not halfway through the first ring, sounding nearly manic as he answered, "Yes?"
His eyes went wide. "Oh! You – you do?" They needed him? "You and – and Charles. And you'd like me to – a new agency? Well, yes, of course. I'll be there straightaway." Just as he was hurrying around the room and gathering his things, he made sure to double-check, "Oh – and, er, Cordelia? Would you be all right with my, ah, staying on your couch?"
[[mostly 'stablishtastic, but open before he leaves, if you'd like!]]
Yes, yes, laugh it up, he was terribly unpopular. But today – today his phone was ringing and it was Cordelia. He answered not halfway through the first ring, sounding nearly manic as he answered, "Yes?"
His eyes went wide. "Oh! You – you do?" They needed him? "You and – and Charles. And you'd like me to – a new agency? Well, yes, of course. I'll be there straightaway." Just as he was hurrying around the room and gathering his things, he made sure to double-check, "Oh – and, er, Cordelia? Would you be all right with my, ah, staying on your couch?"
[[mostly 'stablishtastic, but open before he leaves, if you'd like!]]
