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Oh. Oh my. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d make good use of the tie wasn’t he? By the time we pull back from that kiss I’m not just gasping for air, I’m actually dizzy. Apparently I’m only capable of gaping at him like the fish with the IQ of 12 until he notices my outfit. Or new look, as he puts it. Unconsciously, I bring my hand up to touch my hair. Until I can hear Cordelia’s mental voice yelling at me to ‘not touch the hair!’. Hands flutter about nervously, smoothing out none existing wrinkles, straightening the tie.
He doesn’t like it. I knew it. I knew I should’ve just put on my best suit. I knew I should’ve just gone to the barber on the corner and gotten my usual trim. Swallowing hard, I reach up to push up my glasses only to realize that they are currently residing in Cordelia’s purse. I should’ve never listened to her and get carried away. He doesn’t like it one bit. Damn.
“Well I…” I start, alternating my eyes between my hands wringing together in front of me and glancing up at Angel from under my eyelashes. “Cordelia s-said I needed a new shirt and-and…uh…a haircut.” My hand comes up to run though it anyway and I wince at the feeling of it. “And well then she-she said you’d like the-the leather… Anyway.” Clearing my throat, I look up, giving him a shy, sad smile, once again smoothing my new shirt.
“Why-why don’t I put these in some water,” I murmur, casting my eyes down again. Reaching for the roses - he remembered I liked roses. How sweet is that? - I sigh before turning around to find a vase to put them in. Do I even have vases? I’ll just use whatever and then find my glasses, change, get this stuff out of my hair and we can go. If Angel wants to wait that long, that is.
Oh. Oh my. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d make good use of the tie wasn’t he? By the time we pull back from that kiss I’m not just gasping for air, I’m actually dizzy. Apparently I’m only capable of gaping at him like the fish with the IQ of 12 until he notices my outfit. Or new look, as he puts it. Unconsciously, I bring my hand up to touch my hair. Until I can hear Cordelia’s mental voice yelling at me to ‘not touch the hair!’. Hands flutter about nervously, smoothing out none existing wrinkles, straightening the tie.
He doesn’t like it. I knew it. I knew I should’ve just put on my best suit. I knew I should’ve just gone to the barber on the corner and gotten my usual trim. Swallowing hard, I reach up to push up my glasses only to realize that they are currently residing in Cordelia’s purse. I should’ve never listened to her and get carried away. He doesn’t like it one bit. Damn.
“Well I…” I start, alternating my eyes between my hands wringing together in front of me and glancing up at Angel from under my eyelashes. “Cordelia s-said I needed a new shirt and-and…uh…a haircut.” My hand comes up to run though it anyway and I wince at the feeling of it. “And well then she-she said you’d like the-the leather… Anyway.” Clearing my throat, I look up, giving him a shy, sad smile, once again smoothing my new shirt.
“Why-why don’t I put these in some water,” I murmur, casting my eyes down again. Reaching for the roses - he remembered I liked roses. How sweet is that? - I sigh before turning around to find a vase to put them in. Do I even have vases? I’ll just use whatever and then find my glasses, change, get this stuff out of my hair and we can go. If Angel wants to wait that long, that is.