Room 504, Tuesday Evening
Jan. 24th, 2012 06:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wesleynotponcySo 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.]]
