A part of his mind still laughed every time someone called him 'Mr. Gunn.' Of course, when he was first shown around this place, he was certain that they would want to make him head of security or something. Pick out something easy for the 'dumb muscle' of the group. He wasn't sure if everyone actually just saw him as the muscle, or if that was something just in his head. He always thought that the others, at least in the backs of their minds, thought of him as only capable of beating the hell out of stuff
( ... )
The meeting had long since come and gone, Wesley realized hours later. Could be days later for all he knew, but then he figured he'd be more-- hungry. Or at least dehydrated. Unless that too was all taken care off when in the confines of this room within rooms or the archive slash library
( ... )
Sure, Gunn was supposed to be at some meeting today, too. However, he had gotten caught up at court. It wasn't like he wasn't a busy guy now. He was actually more busy that he could really keep up with these days. Of course, being an awesome lawyer like he is was something that was going to keep you busy. He could still remember the look on everyone's face when he waltzed into court for the first time, saved all of their collective asses, and still had time for lunch
( ... )
People always thought he was a strange one. Wesley had always been somewhat offended by this - not as so anyone would notice, for that to happen people had to *notice* him - until he came to the States. This is where he found everything strange, but he also realized that-- perhaps he was a little strange
( ... )
Comments 8
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment