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Who: Wesley, Gunn, Cordelia and Angel
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Hyperion Hotel
Status: Incomplete
The new office was... Big. Huge. It as a bloody hotel! Compared to their old office - which Wesley now could only thing about with loud hissing in his ears with the accompanying sound and smell of burning wood and flesh - had been small. But compare to this? It was virtually a mouse-hole. Of course Angel wouldn't be Angel if he didn't to things with a flair. Even if that meant finding them a new office. One where the vampire, once again, could also move into.
Not a moment to soon though. Working out from Cordelia's apartment was taking its toll. Mostly for Angel and Cordy, because Wesley hardly noticed anything if he had his nose into his books. Which he was having a lot lately, working on the Shanshoe prophecy they had uncovered. But he did notice the extra dark brooding from Angel, the extra snippy replies from Cordelia and even Dennis who seemed to claim his place by 'misplacing' Wesley's books.
A new office has also meant a new co-worker. Gunn was showing up more and more, helping them out as much as he could. Wesley could see that the vampire hunter was weary about Angel. But since Angel was a good guy, he didn't find Gunn's stake buried in his none beating heart. And ever since Cordelia had been on a self appointed mission to safe Gunn from his 'death wish' and Wesley realised that Gunn *wasn't* there to take up anyone's place? Things had been better between them.
They all had each others back. They all trusted each other with their lives. Which was more then Wesley had ever gotten before. Not by the Council and not during his short tenure in Sunnydale.
This morning, he was running somewhat late. But due to some very late night vision solving he doubted he'd be the only one. Nor that Angel would hold it against them. His vampire friend was probably sleeping at any rate, being a night-creature, so he would hardly notice. And it wasn't as if Wesley was late on a regular basis. That was more Cordelia's job, given the woman showed up whenever she felt like it.
And as he was late anyway, Wesley had taken a detour past his favourite book-store and picked up the parcel that had been waiting there for him the last week. He was beaming at the prospect of riffling through these new books, an odd spring in his step as he slipped through the doors into the Hyperion. Nothing was going to mess with good mood. He'd had some new tea, he had new books and there were no cases on hand to bother him.
Nothing could get in the way of his good mood or spending the next hours with his new books.
Nothing.
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Hyperion Hotel
Status: Incomplete
The new office was... Big. Huge. It as a bloody hotel! Compared to their old office - which Wesley now could only thing about with loud hissing in his ears with the accompanying sound and smell of burning wood and flesh - had been small. But compare to this? It was virtually a mouse-hole. Of course Angel wouldn't be Angel if he didn't to things with a flair. Even if that meant finding them a new office. One where the vampire, once again, could also move into.
Not a moment to soon though. Working out from Cordelia's apartment was taking its toll. Mostly for Angel and Cordy, because Wesley hardly noticed anything if he had his nose into his books. Which he was having a lot lately, working on the Shanshoe prophecy they had uncovered. But he did notice the extra dark brooding from Angel, the extra snippy replies from Cordelia and even Dennis who seemed to claim his place by 'misplacing' Wesley's books.
A new office has also meant a new co-worker. Gunn was showing up more and more, helping them out as much as he could. Wesley could see that the vampire hunter was weary about Angel. But since Angel was a good guy, he didn't find Gunn's stake buried in his none beating heart. And ever since Cordelia had been on a self appointed mission to safe Gunn from his 'death wish' and Wesley realised that Gunn *wasn't* there to take up anyone's place? Things had been better between them.
They all had each others back. They all trusted each other with their lives. Which was more then Wesley had ever gotten before. Not by the Council and not during his short tenure in Sunnydale.
This morning, he was running somewhat late. But due to some very late night vision solving he doubted he'd be the only one. Nor that Angel would hold it against them. His vampire friend was probably sleeping at any rate, being a night-creature, so he would hardly notice. And it wasn't as if Wesley was late on a regular basis. That was more Cordelia's job, given the woman showed up whenever she felt like it.
And as he was late anyway, Wesley had taken a detour past his favourite book-store and picked up the parcel that had been waiting there for him the last week. He was beaming at the prospect of riffling through these new books, an odd spring in his step as he slipped through the doors into the Hyperion. Nothing was going to mess with good mood. He'd had some new tea, he had new books and there were no cases on hand to bother him.
Nothing could get in the way of his good mood or spending the next hours with his new books.
Nothing.