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--disappears, leaving me like this. And I don't even know if anyone of the mustache-twirling variety told Wesley to tell me. He's switched sides, no? I need a scorecard is what I need. Holy wow, I am going to be hung over tomorrow. But still, poor Wesley. Hell, poor Wesley, poor Angel, poor Spike, poor everyone. I thought Fred was the victim, but

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voice; 1/2.

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[Right; Angel's here. And safe. Can a grin be expressed through voice?] Oh, Angelfood, you know better than that. I'm always right! Well, okay there was that one time...

voice; 2/2.

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[...oops. Drat the City and its sneaky ways. Time to play dumb!] Hmm?

voice;

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Hey, you know I just got back here, pal! I don't even get more than a cursory 'good to have you back'? Where's the love, I'm not feeling any lovey vibes over here! [Maybe his tactic of distracting with righteous anger will work! Because it's done SO WELL for him in the past.]

voice; it was sacrificed to feed the beast! also i lol'd so hard /hugs broodypants

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That's right, just one sentence and right on to the gossip? Angel, are you addicted to OK magazine, too? I like to think that's my job, sweetcakes. But if you need updates, I have a scoop on Brangelina that'll make your hair stand on-- well I guess your hair's already on end. But you know what I mean.

Whatever do you mean? Just commenting on life as a whole. In its wholeness.

voice; we should shave him in retribution for lj fail. YOU SUCCEED, MADAM

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[Lorne is going to try the silent treatment now.

But let's face it. Lorne and silence don't really mix well. So he'll sigh dramatically now.]

Things get bad, Angelcakes. Worse than bad. You've got to be absolutely sure you want to know, because this isn't like karaoke. It's not advice for what's next. It's just sad fact.

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[Lorne sighs, because this is Angel, and saying no just wouldn't be in his character now, would it? Where to start, well that's easy. A little harsh with a side of kick in the jewels, but being a hero? Not supposed to be easy.]

We turned the City of Angels into the City of Brimstone, cupcake. Hell on earth, localized in our fair city. [He continues on with the story as he knows it; demon lords, mass slaughter. Wesley's condition, his own life in Silver Lake and the news he just left behind; Angel versus everyone.] I was, uh, coming to help you when I ended up here, Big Guy. Um, go team?

voice; duuuuuude you should totally bitchslap me when i do this shit D:

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[He responds, attempting to sound cheerful and only mildly succeeding. It might land a little flat, because he's got no clue how it's going to turn out, courtesy of the deities, this time.]

Look, it's just another speedbump of seeming hopelessness, right? Not like you don't face them all the time.

voice; /pokes head out again I LIIIIVE

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Not to mention the headlights are set to go out and the speedometer breaks. But hey, you've managed with less, right? I mean.

At least there's still a car with wheels at all? Ugh. I need a drink.