[023] [written]

[thesun_itburns]

Fred,
Not sure where Wesley's hiding you, but make sure he brings you by later. We need to talk. And, uh... Sorry I wasn't there when you called. If I'd have known, I'd have been there...Wesley

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Action-- where ever he is? She is going there to talk to him.

[slaying]

Angel, you are the world's biggest cheat.

[thesun_itburns]

[You'll find him on his couch, having just sent out that message. Though it was a 'line of duty', he seems just the teensiest bit triumphant, if you look hard enough.]

If that's what you want to call it.

You used that icon!

[slaying]

[With an expression somewhere between seriousness and a pout.]

It is what I want to call it an it's what it'll stay called. It's not fair if you go and use your muscles to ruin my perfectly sensible ploy to get you in bed. [cough!] I mean... your bed. You should be sleeping in it. Not me.

just for you~

[thesun_itburns]

[Angel raises an eyebrow at her slip-up. He knows what she meant, but he's in a good mood.]

On my iPod so I might be htmly sparse for my own sanity

[slaying]

[Sigh]

Why did you take me to your bed, anyway?

[Stressing that it is yours!]

[thesun_itburns]

Not invited into your room.

[slaying]

[Oh, right. Of course. She scratches her shoulder, getting her avoid on with the eye contact.]

I can change that, you know--if you want me to.

[thesun_itburns]

Don't. We don't know if Angelus might come back, and there has to be something between you and danger.

[slaying]

I thought you were supposed to be that something--hence the whole couch ordeal.

[Kay, Buffy. That was a low blow.]

[thesun_itburns]

You know better than to use that, Buffy.

[slaying]

[A dissatisfied snort, but she doesn't reply. Mostly because she knows he's right.]

[thesun_itburns]

[So now they're both silent. Gonna fix that, Buffy?]

[slaying]

[Yes, she is going to fix that. Like so:]

Assuming Fred's going to join our happy little family, we've run out of rooms.

[thesun_itburns]

I'm willing to share mine, since I don't use it.

[slaying]

[Not satisfied with that. Not satisfied at all.]

And just who would you be all hunky-dory, sharing a room with? [After her conversation with Wesley, a certain late Miss Chase comes to mind.]

[thesun_itburns]

You're missing the point. I never use it, you just insist that it's mine, and it's a waste to leave a room empty if someone needs it.