Angel fell asleep on one of the couches by the fire last night - they're fairly comfortable, and thanks to all the stress he'd had before he got to the bar, putting up with the background noise wasn't that much of a problem
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"Um. Probably. You'd be surprised... oh, what am I saying. You wouldn't be surprised. You know yourself...." He trails off and facepalms, still flailing. "I'm not making any sense at all, am I?"
"No kidding." And Angel's going to let it drop there. He's got much more interesting things to puzzle out - namely, how exactly this guy knows him. "You can sit down if you want, you know."
"Oh, er, yeah. I probably should." Mark grabs his bag and camera from their perch in and behind the plant respectively, brushes a bit of dirt off of the bottom of his camera, and plunks on the sofa, slightly red in the face. "Oh, er, I probably should introduce myself, since, uh, you don't know who I am yet." He sighs. "I'm Mark." Beat. "Mark Cohen. Not that it would really mean anything to you yet, but uh, yeah."
"Nice to meet you, in any case." And now, something approaching a smile. "You are kinda cute - maybe I should keep an eye out when I get home." Angel knows that's about as practical as trying to find April, in terms of paradox-inducing fun, but still.
Mark raises an eyebrow. "Well don't look this way. I dropped out myself. I'm... not exactly a good role model." He pauses, internally sighing at Angel acting like Roger. "And, as a bit of advice from the wisest person I know, you can survive just about anything you put your mind to."
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He doesn't sound entirely surprised, though. It's probably just his usual networking.
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"You can sit down if you want, you know."
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Angel knows that's about as practical as trying to find April, in terms of paradox-inducing fun, but still.
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"Is that a yes or a no? Not that I actually can anyway, but still."
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"1992. February."
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