005 [VIDEO]

[worksmart]

[Interior: The Coliseum, a crowded bar. A slight, blond teenager pushes his way through the melee. Dressed in formal school uniform, the words Lumen Christi are inscribed beneath an insignia on his blazer pocket. He must have come straight from said school, to judge by the oversized bookbag slung across his back. The white frills of what could be a

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voice;

[adamantined]

For the love of god.

voice;

[adamantined]

You get lost a lot?

voice;

[firedgold]

No.

voice;

[adamantined]

Does your mom?

voice;

[firedgold]

[Not getting to him. Not getting to him.]

It's not her fault, either.

[Okay, getting to him.]

voice;

[adamantined]

It has to be someone's fault.

[ooc: brb sleeping ;_; ]

voice;

[firedgold]

It probably is, you're just trying the wrong people.

[Sleeep, MaryMary]

voice;

[adamantined]

Who should I be looking for? The bad guys? That's rich.

[but there is so much bad Angel to watch.]

voice;

[firedgold]

You're weird. Not me and not mum. Who does that usually leave?

[sob I never watched the last two seasons.]

voice;

[adamantined]

I'm not weird.

[the 4th is... uh.... yeah.]

voice;

[firedgold]

You are weird. I don't even know why you're talking to me.

voice;

[adamantined]

Because you were talking to me yesterday.

voice;

[firedgold]

What did I say?

voice;

[adamantined]

Chase-like things. You were older.

voice;

[firedgold]

Did I try to make you feel worse than you did already?

voice;

[adamantined]

No. You were just irritating.