Comments | mixed_muses: Angel (time warp offshoot; May 1992)

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Angel (time warp offshoot; May 1992)

Apr 16, 2007 21:18

Exams are out of the way, Angel's stuff is out of the dorm, arrangements for the mini-vacation (if one could call it that) have been made, and the drive to Cleveland is done. Now all that's left is the 'actually dealing with relatives' part.
Angel's not exactly looking forward to it, but at least he's got good company.

milliways!angel, milli!tom collins, time warp offshoot

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mitanarchist April 17 2007, 01:22:00 UTC

Collins doesn't often care for confrontation, nor does he generally like being in a situation where he doesn't have home-turf advantage. But he gladly makes exceptions in this case.

"Nice place," he comments, eyeing the house.

the_antiangst April 17 2007, 01:33:41 UTC

It is, at that, but it's on the small side; granted, in the early '60s, it was probably rather large. "Mom's got three brothers. I used to wonder how they all fit in here." That out of the way, he rings the doorbell. He's not dressed up today; this is going to be hard enough.

When Angel's grandmother opens the door, the family resemblance is fairly obvious. She's on the short side, and she still carries herself like nothing's going to get in her way. (And until further notice, assume the dialogue's in Spanish; typist is too lazy for that many italics.)
"...Andrew. This is a surprise."

"Hello, Abuelita. We need to talk about things. Without arguing, if we can."

"I see." Collins? You are now getting Eyed. Somewhat suspiciously. "And who is this?"

mitanarchist April 17 2007, 01:35:12 UTC

"My name is Tom Collins." Giving his full name is a sign of respect that the woman won't know to recognize--at least yet. His Spanish accent is flawless.

He puts a hand on Angel's shoulder, a silent message. We come as a set.

the_antiangst April 17 2007, 01:39:36 UTC

That... isn't going to stop the eyeing, not at the moment. He gets bonus points for knowing the language, at least.
"I am Dolores Hernandez." After a brief pause, she sighs. "Well, I suppose this isn't the sort of conversation we ought to be having on the front porch. You might as well come inside."

Angel... resists the urge to facepalm, since he's pretty sure she's only letting them in in case it does fall to shouting, and follows her into the living room.

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