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Who: Anyone wandering around Wolfram & Hart
Where: Wolfram & Hart; Angel's apartment suite
When: Late Night
Status: Incomplete
For all his soul and the perfected appearance of humanity, Angel never had been able to spend the night sleeping. Before the whole Wolfram and Hart gig had come into place, nights hadn't ever been a problem. There had been patrols, demons to hunt, vampires to slay, and Angel had always had something to effectively occupy his time. The whole sleeplessness thing, never a problem.
Until now. Because he couldn't even go out and save people without encountering a mess of red tape, the foremost of which was that vampires were protected by law now. And while that might be good news for a small group of vampires, the vast majority that Angel had encountered were...not quite deserving of protection. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, growling quietly before turning to pace the length of his living room.
The lavish suite Wolfram and Hart had provided was probably worth a significant amount of money. And, at the moment, Angel thought he would have walked away from it all if it weren't for Conner. Walk away, and the spells keeping him a happy, well-adjusted teenager would vanish. His hands were tied.
But the look on Gwen's face earlier, not to mention Cordy's...Angel growled again, more loudly, and crossed the room to the kitchen. He wasn't thirsty, but what else was there to do at night but drink otter's blood and pace?
Where: Wolfram & Hart; Angel's apartment suite
When: Late Night
Status: Incomplete
For all his soul and the perfected appearance of humanity, Angel never had been able to spend the night sleeping. Before the whole Wolfram and Hart gig had come into place, nights hadn't ever been a problem. There had been patrols, demons to hunt, vampires to slay, and Angel had always had something to effectively occupy his time. The whole sleeplessness thing, never a problem.
Until now. Because he couldn't even go out and save people without encountering a mess of red tape, the foremost of which was that vampires were protected by law now. And while that might be good news for a small group of vampires, the vast majority that Angel had encountered were...not quite deserving of protection. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, growling quietly before turning to pace the length of his living room.
The lavish suite Wolfram and Hart had provided was probably worth a significant amount of money. And, at the moment, Angel thought he would have walked away from it all if it weren't for Conner. Walk away, and the spells keeping him a happy, well-adjusted teenager would vanish. His hands were tied.
But the look on Gwen's face earlier, not to mention Cordy's...Angel growled again, more loudly, and crossed the room to the kitchen. He wasn't thirsty, but what else was there to do at night but drink otter's blood and pace?