Different ... strokes?

[__angel]

While Faith went upstairs, in my body of course, I went to the kitchen. I remember the last time I actually ate and it was ... a long time ago. Well, I even ate ice cream with Buffy ... when ... okay, so I'm not going to go there. I can't go there cause ... I can't think about Buffy. Hmm, I wonder what she's doing. No, no, I don’t want to think

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[__angel]

Faith brought me back again and I was getting tired of it. I wanted to go out and forget about the last few weeks, they weren't weeks that I wanted to remember even though they would probably be etched in the back of my mind for eternity. Literally.

"Fine, I'll stay," I sighed and plopped back on the couch just as Wes started asking if I was insane. "Does it look like I'm insane?" I asked him and then cracked a smile as I went back to just staring at the wall. "And Faith, if I can't go out and ... well, go out then you can't go upstairs and play with my body parts that are mine only," I said, giving her a look. Only fair, besides, if she wants to play with them then I should be around to uh, supervise.

"You're not locking me up. I didn't do anything!" I yelled and got to my feet. "If it makes you feel better Wes the Watcher, then I won't touch you anymore. Or think about you or just ... stare at you. Right," Grinning stupidly at that, I turned around. "God, do you always have to pee? I have to go again," I said and sighed and headed to the bathroom.

[prodigal_slayer]

I just blinked at Angel because obviously? Somebody in the room was just baked and rambling and that'd be him. Didn't think I'd ever heard him talk as much at one time as he was talkin' now. There was something almost refreshing about it, that he had to step into my body and out of his in order to do that. Either that or he just had to get baked. I knew I should've given the weed to Wesley instead, I mean if anybody needed to relax and loosen up it was....well, both of them. Seriously intense and I was feeling that more and more with every passing second that I spent in their company. Judging by the way Wesley's pants seemed to get a littel tighter when Angel rubbed up against him I might've been right all along. Sexual tension. Well, next time they decided to have the sexy kinda tension could they at least leave my body out of it? It was kinda weird to watch Wes get a hard on over me...even if it really was Angel. Well, what could I say? I was pretty.

"Hey, I never said you couldn't go in the shower and experiment with my goods." I smirked at Angel as he told me that I wasn't allowed to shower. Who was gonna stop me? Him? Well, I guess he still could considering he was in my body. My wicked strong and flexible body. He was at the disadvantage because I knew all the moves but then again that went both ways. We'd probably just end up beating eachother to death and never get back into our real bodies. Rolling my eyes I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched Angel walk towards the bathroom. So clearly gettin' used to this was gonna take a little while. Hopefully? We could find a way to switch back and soon. In the meantime? I'd love to go out and get into a fight or get a cheap date or something but the sun was already up in the sky. Another bummer about being Angel. No daylight.

With an unneeded sigh I turned back to Wesley and found myself oddly transfixed with the pulse in his throat again. The way it beat, I could see every twitch. I could smell his blood and fuck I was hungry again. How did Angel live like this? Was this what it was like all the time? Constantly wanting to and never being able to let yourself. God damn. No wonder the boy had issues.

Look at him, Faithy. He's begging for it! Just give in, Killer. Think about how good ol' Watcher Boy would taste.

Quickly I moved my eyes away from his throat and looked around at everyone but him. I didn't wanna make him uncomfortable and for a second I wondered if I'd have to rub up against him too just to get him to not storm outta here by now.

"I have to....I have to go...somewhere that isn't here!" I said suddenly, jarring myself and Wesley. Because this was kinda freaky and he smelled....like dinner. I needed to go upstairs and hide. "Don't let Angel go anywhere." With that I practically vaulted for the stairs.

[watcher_pryce]

Alright, this is just ridiculous One is acting like a five year old and the other just ran out of her like a bat out of hell. Most certainly didn't like the way he...errr....she was looking at me and then pointedly not looking at me. She didn't seem to be having as much fun with this swap as a certain other person. But considering Angel has been dead for a few centuries, I guess that's understandable. Still, I'd have expected a little more responsibility from him.

Silly me.

Well, I guess someone is going up to have some showerfun, lucky bastard. Err...Hmm, I'll have to look up the female variant for bastard. But not now, I'd better start researching. Again. God, I'm getting tired of that. And it's not even appreciated. Would they have known how to get rid of that demon without my research? No. Do they even have a clue how to solve this without my research? Not even close.

"I'm going to do some research," I muttered at Faith. Uhm...Angel, dammit. His body, or Faith's wasn't my responsibility. Neither of them. It was their own, and what they did with it wasn't my business at all.

"Try and stay out of trouble would you?" Narrowing my eyes at him..her...him...I shook my head and turned around on the balls of my feet. Briskly I walked over to my office. Let's hope it's really boring research so that this...these tight pants would grow less tight.