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[more_ofadoer]

Who: Angel (still_brooding), Faith Lehane (more_ofadoer)
When: August 13, after Angel's arrival
Where: Commons, lurking in the shadows
Rating: PG-13, language
Summary: Faith and Angel go looking for a butcher, general exploring. Takes place following the doings in Angel's arrival post, to avoid accidental infomodding.

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[still_brooding]

Angel had been stuck in worse places, although everyone assured him that this place got worse. Right now there was a whole lot of nothing to do but Angel was comfortable with filling up spare time. He had a lot of it to fill. At least he wasn't stuck indoors. Right now.

He chuckled at Faith's suggestion. "Yeah but then they might forget to get me clean sheets."

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"Hey, priorities." Faith agreed, punctuating her statement with a point in the air. She spotted the food court and drifted toward it, hoping to find something preferably fried, twice over.

Clean sheets reminded her that she should probably fill Angel in on living arrangements. "Oh, and four people to a cabin, plus you gotta share a bathroom with whoever else is your rooming buddy." See? Faith was a regular hostess, a font of information.

[still_brooding]

Angel listened as they walked, his hands in his pockets. He wasn't much of a talker but he could listen.

"There are two other people in my cabin. One's a recent arrival."

Poor Bela and Chun-Li. Angel was likely to use up all the hot water. He liked long showers.

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Faith was cool with silence. She could be terse, too, only right now was more a chatty time now that she had grandpa to tease.

"Dude, mine's full up. I share a bathroom with a 14-foot-tall samurai dude. The other two, I haven't seen 'em around all that much." She walked beside him, gesticulating in the air and walking along more at ease than she'd been in awhile. "Definite sausage fest in there, too."

[still_brooding]

Sometimes Angel wasn't sure what to say to Faith. He took her in stride, he just didn't always have a lot of commentary.

"I haven't actually seen my room mates."

[more_ofadoer]

That's the Faith effect. She was usually good about not confusing people she actually liked, but around Angel she didn't have to think about what she was doing so much. She wasn't sure if she should take his statement as a hint, or not, so her question came out indifferent, like she had better things to do anyway.

"Right, yeah. You know if you wanna," she gestured towards his cabin. "Or whatever, that's cool. You probably wanna do your own thing. I gotta eat something anyway."

[still_brooding]

Now Faith was getting the confused look. He shook his head at her gesture.

"No, I'd rather let you give me the tour."

[more_ofadoer]

Faith shrugged off that random bit of insecurity and pointed across the way. Focusing on her task as tour guide would help her stop being such a spaz, hopefully.

"Sure thing, Big Daddy. Guess we could swing by the grocery place, see if they've got anything?" She could grab some junk food to take back with her, too. You can't have too much Doritos.

[still_brooding]

Faith was about the only one who could get away with calling Angel things like Big Daddy. Well, Lorne but then there was really no telling the green demon no.

Angel nodded about the grocery. "Depends on if the butcher actually butchers or if they only trim from pre-packaged parcels."

[more_ofadoer]

She exercised that right on a daily basis. Part of the fun of hanging out with a broody old guy. That and the whole him being one of the only people able to tolerate her.

Faith sauntered ahead into the building and back toward where one would usually find the butcher. "They still butchers if they don't really butcher anything?"

[still_brooding]

"Technically no," Angel answered. "But more and more grocery stores have butcher departments that really they don't do much butchering. At least not whole animal butchering the way they used to. That's done in a factory and excess blood is drained out before it ever gets to the 'butcher shop'."

He followed Faith, hands still tucked in his pockets. He was watching, paying attention to their surroundings and memorizing it for later.

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When they arrived at the snacks section, Faith at first went through the motions of grabbing at the chips and other salty goodness. Once her hand was upon a bag of Doritos, though, her brow furrowed and she gave a little grunt of displeasure.

"What the fuck?" The bag was labeled as 'Pineapple Delight' - and so were the rest of the goodies. She turned to give an incredulous look to Angel, and held the bag up next to her. "You seeing this?"

[still_brooding]

Angel quirked an eyebrow at the display. He furrowed his brow and nodded. "Luau preparations in the extreme?"

He gave another pause. "You don't think this means if they have blood it's pineapple or coconut flavored...do you? Because Cordy put cinnamon in my blood once and..."

He made a face that made it clear how he'd felt about that.

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She burst out laughing at that, quickly trying to cover it with a cough and a shrug. When they begin walking again, she doesn't put the chips down because hell, you never know -- they could be her new favorite flavor, right?

"Cor wasn't always the brightest - cinnamon, dude. Pineapple or coconut? That might be kick ass. Pina colada, or whatever."

[still_brooding]

It was nice to hear Faith laugh despite the fact that she was laughing at him...or Cordy...or something. Anyway, it was a good sound. He shook his head in response. "It was awful, not because of the taste. I don't taste much except blood but because it made the blood all clumpy." He made another face and considered Faith's suggestion.

"I've never tasted one. Mixed drinks didn't become popular until the late nineteenth century. Frozen mixed drinks were an even later invention. I'd already been dead for a hundred years by then."

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"Right, forgot about that part. Slipped my mind," she replied offhand. History lessons aside, that whole thing was pretty depressing. Only tasting blood? Kind of like drinking one flavor of Kool-Aid for the rest of your life.

"It tastes like a beach. Shit, a life without fruity drinks? Feeling like that alone should be your redemption, Angel." She was only half-kidding. While she was aware of how much he was paying for, sometimes Faith felt like if Angel couldn't make up for it all, she was all but fucked, too. Most of the shit he caused was Angelus' fault. For her, it'd been all Faith all the time. Unadulterated, even. "...What about mixing blood?"

Odd conversations were not a rare occurrence for them.