You change the equation I add up to

[wickedslayer]

Days had been quiet at the Hyperion, with everybody pretty much doin' their thing. Soul Boy had himself locked up in his office, with Cordelia reminding me and probably him every five minutes that he was brooding again. I had a feelin' Angel was feelin' all guilty cause his best pal Doyle up and died on him. Hey, life was a bitch that way and Angel

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[_wes_pryce_]

Part of me quivered in fear when she took the helmet and part of cheered silently. When she put it on, her face looked so much like Cordelia's had when she had to put the helmet on, twice, it nearly made me laugh. Wonder if I can ever get Angel to wear it, that should be quite a challenge. Why am I even thinking about that? Shaking my head at myself, I climbed on the bike and waited for to get up as well

[_wes_pryce_]

Honey I’m home? Ah, right. I had all but forgotten about the witty banter one is supposed to project while in the midst of a battle. Or right before it apparently. I never understood that urge. I think it must be an American thing. I most certainly wouldn’t be going around uttering these odd wordings

[wickedslayer]

I was about to remind him that he hadn't really told me jack last time around but for the time bein' all my senses were perked up and I was ready for a smackdown. Pickin' a snark battle with Wes wasn't really high on my list of priorites. Actually I wasn't sure what my priorities were anymore. It used to be wicked easy