Apr 10, 2005 23:36
"... what did you have in mind?"
Is he playing dumb, or is this just his natural stupidity level when he's tired? I ask one question and Angel's acting like I'm going to suggest that we open a shopping mall. First of all, we don't have the money to do something that expensive. And second, I think that given our location, a magic shop would bring in more profit than a mall ever would. When you live on Hellmouth, you tend to go shopping for things that will keep you alive more than you do for things that will keep you in style. Believe me, it shows.
"A magic shop. When I was out today, I noticed that the owner is a dead meat, maybe not meat; I didn't get a look. But...why not?"
I looked over Angel's shoulder and cringed at the sight of the the demon he was drawing. On a scale of one to ten, it got a twelve for mirror breakability and a thirteen for bulk. No wonder Angel couldn't beat the thing; punching it probably did more damage to Angel than it did to the demon. He probably didn't want to hear about buying a store while he was recovering.
That means he'll say yes to shut me up.
"If you're going to stalk Buffy and try to protect her from every single bad thing that goes after her, we're going to need a new source of income. This one doubles as an excuse for seeing her around."
There. If it's about Buffy, Angel will agree to it. It's not hard to notice that the answer is always yes when she's involved. That's a big part of what got them in trouble when they were dating, but it will work in my favor this time.
Because if it doesn't, we're going back to Los Angeles. Angel owes me that much.
[[Open to Angel]]