Dorothy had been within inches of skipping the meeting the Angels held tonight, but now, she was glad she hadn't. When one of them had arrived bruised and exhausted, yet proud, she'd expected he'd simply picked a fight. When he'd given the name of his opponent, however, she had to fight to keep her expression neutral. She'd feigned disinterest in his story in order to get the ball rolling and the meeting over with. The sooner it was over, the sooner she'd be back on the road and free to track down that stupid, arrogant, hasty, prideful little son of a bitch!
Thank God wherever they'd chosen to have their little showdown was on the way home for her. Driving down the road, she kept an eye out for any sign of the idiot. If she didn't find him here, she'd simply drive to his apartment and wait for him there. Either way, she would find Chang Wufei, and she would find him tonight.
Wufei was making his way, carefully and calmly, toward his apartment. Coming to an intersection, he paused, waiting for the light to change in his favor. If he kept his arms crossed just so, he could almost keep his shoulder from throbbing with every step, and no one he passed had even given him a second glance. There was something to be said for living in a large city. As he watched the crosswalk light, he occupied himself with thoughts of the studying he should take care of later that night. The fact that his class was self-paced was no excuse for falling behind - not that he was in any danger of that. In fact, his current rate of speed would put him through the entire syllabus sometime two weeks from the present, something that his professor had taken to reminding him of in his acknowledgment emails.
Dorothy hated red lights, especially when they directly hindered her when she was clearly in a hurry. How dare they. Sometimes, she wished her power worked on inanimate objects...
She knew this light all too well, the type where the green was painfully short-lived for her side of the intersection and the red was entirely, entirely too long. She sighed heavily and rested back in her seat, one hand to her forehead in sheer annoyance. Her anger had faded a decent amount, and now, she was just concerned. Annoyed, yes, but mostly concerned. She chanced a glance out the passenger window. A bit of her anger returned.
She rolled down the passenger window. "Chang!" she yelled, more to get his attention than to express any sort of emotion. No, emotion would come later.
It took Wufei a moment to realize that his name had been called, and another before he actually turned. On one level, he was surprised to see her, but most of that was overridden by his exhaustion and his belief in her skill of showing up when least wanted. He didn't think yelling in return would be the best idea, so he did little more than turn and look in her direction.
She mentally debated over what to do about this. He'd heard her, obviously, but he wasn't making any sort of move to come in her direction. She checked her rear view mirror -- no one behind her. Good. She threw the car in reverse just enough to allow herself to pull off of the road and onto the curb just a bit. She killed the engine and stepped out of the car.
She just stood by the driver side door for a moment, staring at Wufei, wondering if he had the sense to come forward and get in the car. She convinced herself that that wasn't happening and, as well as she could manage in heels and a skirt, made her way over to him quickly. Once in front of him, she looked him over. He hid his wounds well, but she could tell he was as beat-up as he was exhausted, if not more. She shook her head slowly.
"I heard what happened." Her voice was quiet, just loud enough to be heard by him alone, and it held no extreme emotion. Only worry for a friend. "... I'll take you back to your place. Get in the car."
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Thank God wherever they'd chosen to have their little showdown was on the way home for her. Driving down the road, she kept an eye out for any sign of the idiot. If she didn't find him here, she'd simply drive to his apartment and wait for him there. Either way, she would find Chang Wufei, and she would find him tonight.
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She knew this light all too well, the type where the green was painfully short-lived for her side of the intersection and the red was entirely, entirely too long. She sighed heavily and rested back in her seat, one hand to her forehead in sheer annoyance. Her anger had faded a decent amount, and now, she was just concerned. Annoyed, yes, but mostly concerned. She chanced a glance out the passenger window. A bit of her anger returned.
She rolled down the passenger window. "Chang!" she yelled, more to get his attention than to express any sort of emotion. No, emotion would come later.
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She just stood by the driver side door for a moment, staring at Wufei, wondering if he had the sense to come forward and get in the car. She convinced herself that that wasn't happening and, as well as she could manage in heels and a skirt, made her way over to him quickly. Once in front of him, she looked him over. He hid his wounds well, but she could tell he was as beat-up as he was exhausted, if not more. She shook her head slowly.
"I heard what happened." Her voice was quiet, just loud enough to be heard by him alone, and it held no extreme emotion. Only worry for a friend. "... I'll take you back to your place. Get in the car."
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