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It's the holiday weekend, but I ain't feelin' especially festive.
Funny, I should be. I mean, G's alive and we're workin' on a way to get him out of the cesspool that's Wolfram and Hart; the search an' destroy mission went pretty good. Nobody got killed or maimed, and I dunno if anyone even knew we were there. Angel ditched us for a little while to go see Lilah the dragon lady; I bet that was a fun talk. He didn't have much to say about it, though. C got her vision mojo workin', we scooped up the little clay-lookin' thing she saw and beat it outta there. Now it's a 24/7 research party around here.
Oh yeah, and the chick that tried to smack me down in the street that time is currently locked in the basement detoxin' from some weird drug shit they had her on at W & H. Her name's Kennedy, and she's about as obnoxious as she was the night me and Oz ran into her, but a little easier to tolerate since she's in a cage. Oz has been down there talkin' to her some, and ya know, I dunno if I'd admit it to anyone else, but that bugs a little. Since he can't seem to be bothered to say anything to me lately.
It's been days since we've even shared the same air space, and okay, that's weird. Not that he's ever real demonstrative most of the time, but why the deep freeze all of a sudden? That has me feelin' real uneasy. I even went lookin' for him earlier, and he's not in his room. I got a bad feelin' about this. Why do I feel like I'm waitin' for a bomb to drop and smash everything to shit? Oh yeah, 'cause that's usually what ends up happenin' in my life. I get secure, things are goin' good, then boom.
I dunno. I'm not likin' this much.
[Open to Oz]
Funny, I should be. I mean, G's alive and we're workin' on a way to get him out of the cesspool that's Wolfram and Hart; the search an' destroy mission went pretty good. Nobody got killed or maimed, and I dunno if anyone even knew we were there. Angel ditched us for a little while to go see Lilah the dragon lady; I bet that was a fun talk. He didn't have much to say about it, though. C got her vision mojo workin', we scooped up the little clay-lookin' thing she saw and beat it outta there. Now it's a 24/7 research party around here.
Oh yeah, and the chick that tried to smack me down in the street that time is currently locked in the basement detoxin' from some weird drug shit they had her on at W & H. Her name's Kennedy, and she's about as obnoxious as she was the night me and Oz ran into her, but a little easier to tolerate since she's in a cage. Oz has been down there talkin' to her some, and ya know, I dunno if I'd admit it to anyone else, but that bugs a little. Since he can't seem to be bothered to say anything to me lately.
It's been days since we've even shared the same air space, and okay, that's weird. Not that he's ever real demonstrative most of the time, but why the deep freeze all of a sudden? That has me feelin' real uneasy. I even went lookin' for him earlier, and he's not in his room. I got a bad feelin' about this. Why do I feel like I'm waitin' for a bomb to drop and smash everything to shit? Oh yeah, 'cause that's usually what ends up happenin' in my life. I get secure, things are goin' good, then boom.
I dunno. I'm not likin' this much.
[Open to Oz]