Room 320, Sunday Evening (After the Magic Box, la)

[bitchy_smurf]

The rather disturbing thing about this weekend was that Illyria had attempted to be ...kind to Wesley on some level, and only forced her company on him in small doses, with plenty of time for retreating to sit in the dark and further destroy his metabolism. So it was only now that she was finally showing him her living quarters. Such as they were

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[novitalorgans]

"I love what I assume you've in no way done with the place," Wesley said, looking around.

[psychic_wonder]

It had been a busy weekend, and Sam was taking some well-earned time away from his family and their friends to do more demon research. His laptop was straining under all the open tabs, but not so much that he couldn't quickly flip back to the desktop when he heard people coming. "Hi," he said, with a genuinely friendly smile.

[novitalorgans]

Wes might not care about being sober, but that didn't mean he didn't do his research. "You must be Sam."

[psychic_wonder]

"Yeah, that's me," he said, shutting his laptop and standing up to be more polite.