“*So* a high school bully!” Cordelia insists and then glowers at Lilah when she snorts. “Come *on*! I used to be one. I know a bully when I see it. That? So very much a bully! Bet you were one too,” she glared at Lilah.
“Like you’re ever gonna find out,” Lilah smirks, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Gotta agree with queen ice pick here though. He would have been a high school bully if… y’know, he hadn’t been a cell in some test tube in his 'previous carnations.'”
That confuses me somewhat. What does she mean? He didn’t exist before he was…this? He was…created? Much like Eve, of course. Keep it together, Pryce! He’s told you as much, why aren’t you paying attention?
“You never could pay attention to anything important that was told you, boy,” A ghost like voice scolds. This one has no body, no appearance, but it doesn’t need to. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Whether he’s dead or alive, that’s one ghost that will always haunt me. Long after my body has rotted away, he’d still be there to berate, belittle and point his
( ... )
Pryce has an unusually steady gaze for a human. Yet another reason his subordinates have begun studying their shoes and stuttering whenever he looks their way. And another reason to wonder what Angel sees - saw, if his assurances to the Circle are to be believed - in protecting any of them. All those human-friendly policies Angel put into place when he accepted his position... If it were me, and I were a vampire, I would have rounded up half the peons in this department, and had them sent straight to the cafeteria
( ... )
“I don’t know,” I shrug, giving him a look Cordelia would’ve dubbed ‘doh’. “Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that you’re a liaison to the Senior Partners and they’re not really known for telling the truth of the meaning of things are they?”
Well, it’s true. Just look at Lilah. She lied to us when she roped us into joining this bloody firm. And lets not even start about that twit Eve with her symbolical apple and her constant twittering and twisting the truth. Turned out she was working for McDonald, with McDonald, same thing really.
“Hey, I was just doing my job,” Lilah pouts. “I woulda warned you if I could.”I raise my eyebrow in her direction, because I sincerely doubt she would’ve done just that. She had that chance when we were alone in that file room, but she didn’t. Apparently Cordelia agrees if the rude hand gestures she’s making toward Lilah are any indication. I giver her a stern look, which slides off of her like water, before turning back
( ... )
Pryce shivers at my touch - always a welcome reaction. As is the way his gaze wanders before returning to mine.
"No. Actually, I think the unshaven look suits you." It makes a statement. Granted, in other employees, the statement is one of being above the standard office rules. Pryce’s general dishevelment speaks more to his erratic state of mind than to his ego.
“Of course,” I say, lowering my tone, “it proves the point that a corporate dress code is necessary.”
“Did you see that smile?” Cordelia squawks. ‘That ‘oh you poor little lamb let the wolf take care of you, you silly innocent child,’ kinda smile?” She shivers, glaring at Hamilton.
“You kinda lost me with the ‘oh,” Lilah quirks, “But yeah he’s doing the looking down on you mere meager human, thing. He and blue should get along just great.”
That makes me pause again. He and Illyria should get along? Maybe she can distract him. It would just be a matter on who got bored first I’m guessing. Maybe they can spar a few rounds in the training room and give Spike and I a rest. But they are right though. I don’t like being talked to as though I were nothing but a mere child.
“I’m not a child, you realize,” I say, leaning forward and away from his oh no so casual arm. “And I don’t appreciate being talked to as though I were one. If you cannot talk to me like a normal person then I’d rather you not talk at all. And *no*, I do not appreciate getting pounced upon either. “
“Uh huh,” Cordelia agrees, “Whatever happened to good old fashioned
( ... )
"Yes, I had noticed," I say. "Of my select hobbies, pedophilia is not one."
Neither is turning each of Angel's groupies against me - not that any one of them is particularly for a representative of the Senior Partners. It isn't necessary that they be. But if I'd like to leave Pryce's office tonight without ensuring that he will dive for his side arm the next time I drop by for a visit, it would seem that I need to demonstrate a bit more tact.
"I apologize," I say politely. "For any discomfort I may have caused you. Chalk it up to being caught in the moment." I'm still smiling.
'Is this the way you normally behave when your suits are questioned?"I'm not often questioned, to be honest," I reply. That may be one reason I find Pryce so intriguing (at this moment, of course). I hadn't given it much thought. But I suppose there is something admirable about a rebellious spirit. It's fascinating to watch
( ... )
“Oh, ha ha ha,” Cordelia snorts, “Pedophilia, that’s really *funny*! They didn’t think adding sense of humor would be good huh?”
Lilah shrugs and smirks at me. “I dunno. Wes doesn’t seem to have a problem with the pedophilia,” she pauses dramatically which makes me glare at her. “Oh wait, no. That’s *necrophilia!*” She laughs while Cordelia rolls her eyes
( ... )
"I'm used to getting what I ask for, yes," I tell Pryce. I carry out the requests of the Senior Partners, and They are quite used to getting what they want.
Pryce slides a little further down the sofa.
I grin. "No throwing of yourself is necessary," I say. "However, it might be nice if you didn't glare at me afterward as though you'd already been thrown to the wolves."
I run a hand down the front of my suit coat, straightening the fabric.
"And far, far better, hmm?" I continue. "If you were a lady, Wesley, I'd say you doth protest too much. But there's little chance of making that mistake. And I'm open to any pointers you might like to give."
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“Like you’re ever gonna find out,” Lilah smirks, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Gotta agree with queen ice pick here though. He would have been a high school bully if… y’know, he hadn’t been a cell in some test tube in his 'previous carnations.'”
That confuses me somewhat. What does she mean? He didn’t exist before he was…this? He was…created? Much like Eve, of course. Keep it together, Pryce! He’s told you as much, why aren’t you paying attention?
“You never could pay attention to anything important that was told you, boy,” A ghost like voice scolds. This one has no body, no appearance, but it doesn’t need to. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Whether he’s dead or alive, that’s one ghost that will always haunt me. Long after my body has rotted away, he’d still be there to berate, belittle and point his ( ... )
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Well, it’s true. Just look at Lilah. She lied to us when she roped us into joining this bloody firm. And lets not even start about that twit Eve with her symbolical apple and her constant twittering and twisting the truth. Turned out she was working for McDonald, with McDonald, same thing really.
“Hey, I was just doing my job,” Lilah pouts. “I woulda warned you if I could.”I raise my eyebrow in her direction, because I sincerely doubt she would’ve done just that. She had that chance when we were alone in that file room, but she didn’t. Apparently Cordelia agrees if the rude hand gestures she’s making toward Lilah are any indication. I giver her a stern look, which slides off of her like water, before turning back ( ... )
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"No. Actually, I think the unshaven look suits you." It makes a statement. Granted, in other employees, the statement is one of being above the standard office rules. Pryce’s general dishevelment speaks more to his erratic state of mind than to his ego.
“Of course,” I say, lowering my tone, “it proves the point that a corporate dress code is necessary.”
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“You kinda lost me with the ‘oh,” Lilah quirks, “But yeah he’s doing the looking down on you mere meager human, thing. He and blue should get along just great.”
That makes me pause again. He and Illyria should get along? Maybe she can distract him. It would just be a matter on who got bored first I’m guessing. Maybe they can spar a few rounds in the training room and give Spike and I a rest. But they are right though. I don’t like being talked to as though I were nothing but a mere child.
“I’m not a child, you realize,” I say, leaning forward and away from his oh no so casual arm. “And I don’t appreciate being talked to as though I were one. If you cannot talk to me like a normal person then I’d rather you not talk at all. And *no*, I do not appreciate getting pounced upon either. “
“Uh huh,” Cordelia agrees, “Whatever happened to good old fashioned ( ... )
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"Yes, I had noticed," I say. "Of my select hobbies, pedophilia is not one."
Neither is turning each of Angel's groupies against me - not that any one of them is particularly for a representative of the Senior Partners. It isn't necessary that they be. But if I'd like to leave Pryce's office tonight without ensuring that he will dive for his side arm the next time I drop by for a visit, it would seem that I need to demonstrate a bit more tact.
"I apologize," I say politely. "For any discomfort I may have caused you. Chalk it up to being caught in the moment." I'm still smiling.
'Is this the way you normally behave when your suits are questioned?"I'm not often questioned, to be honest," I reply. That may be one reason I find Pryce so intriguing (at this moment, of course). I hadn't given it much thought. But I suppose there is something admirable about a rebellious spirit. It's fascinating to watch ( ... )
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Lilah shrugs and smirks at me. “I dunno. Wes doesn’t seem to have a problem with the pedophilia,” she pauses dramatically which makes me glare at her. “Oh wait, no. That’s *necrophilia!*” She laughs while Cordelia rolls her eyes ( ... )
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Pryce slides a little further down the sofa.
I grin. "No throwing of yourself is necessary," I say. "However, it might be nice if you didn't glare at me afterward as though you'd already been thrown to the wolves."
I run a hand down the front of my suit coat, straightening the fabric.
"And far, far better, hmm?" I continue. "If you were a lady, Wesley, I'd say you doth protest too much. But there's little chance of making that mistake. And I'm open to any pointers you might like to give."
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