[ he almost can't get the sentence out while trying to keep a straight face - and failing spectacularly - but manages to say, ] More than a few.
[ Angel shrugs at the offer to talk, not refusing, but not particularly feeling like talking. he squeezes her hand back though, and when he opens his mouth, with no real clue what he's going to say (but with a vague thought of politely refusing), what comes out is a surprise. ] I think you would've liked him. He was...good. Sweet. And kind of a horndog. [ he adds wryly. he looks down, watching as he brushes his thumb over Buffy's knuckles. ] It was just— I went to bed afterward, and woke up here. I didn't get a chance to— to figure anything out. He had a crush on Cordelia, but didn't want to say anything, because he was half-demon. Also, he wasn't rich, famous, or fashionable, which I think would've weighed against him more than the demon part. He was Irish, and—it was nice, hearing it again. [ he knows his descriptions are all over the place, jumping back and forth without any real coherence, but how do you sum up a whole person, succinctly? ] He was my friend, [ he agrees quietly, ] and I'm not...really used to that. Let alone losing one.
[ Angel shakes his head at her self-observation. now he remembers, she said it was just after christmas for her. before her birthday. before Giles put her through the cruciamentium, and was fired for revealing it to her. Angel didn't need to hear about it to already know the affection the older man has toward her. ] Maybe, somewhere. But even when he's complaining about you in those journals, I bet he wrote about how independent you are. How resourceful. How your being unconventional has led to your success.
[ and of course she had to ask about the ascension, which makes him grimace. but telling her here isn't going to change anything when she goes back - and he knows she'll get back, because he was there. right. ] The Mayor. Ascension is... when a being ascends, transforms, into a full demon. Not the kind you fight now, but an Old One, not tainted with mortal blood. You rally the whole school, all the students join the fight. It's— well, Mel certainly has reason to sing your praises, for that alone. It was pretty awe-inspiring.
( both brows raise and her mouth opens, ready to toss out some sort of retort at him, but all she can do is laugh. ) You're lucky you're cute.
( at his squeeze she makes it a point not to let go. adjusting her hold so when he wants to and when he's ready to let go, he can, but letting him know she isn't going anywhere. so for now she lets him talk about Doyle, a small smile on her face as she listens, trying to picture exactly what his friend might have looked like. which is something a little like Xander, if he were half-demon. considering Angel isn't exactly Xander's biggest fan, she doesn't mention that's who Doyle reminds her of. overall though, what she means to say is, ) He sounded nice. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to meet him, and that you didn't get to figure things out before they pulled you here. ( she'd add that maybe he could try to get things figured out while he's here, but there's no point. not in the grand scheme of thing, because everything they do here is forgotten as soon as they're back home. however, ) It might be a long shot, but it's still a shot, that maybe the Powers in charge of the city will decide to bring him here. I mean, if they can pull four of us from different points, anything's possible. ( forever the optimist, even here.
blushing at him compliment she ducks her head and laughs again. ) Unconventional is a nice way of putting it. ( she knows she can be a little (or a lot) unorthodox and radical. pushing against the boundaries and the standards Giles and the Council and destiny expect her to adhere to. ) Anyone ever tell you you're really good for an ego boost?
( because he is. and he's also good for making her stomach flip. this time not in a good way. ) He doesn't ascend right in front of everyone, does he? ( please say no, please say no... ) The whole school? ( she preens just the slightest before her stomach drops, because oh, she's got a really bad feeling about what the answer is gonna be to, ) I didn't blow the gym up ─ ( again ) ─ did I?
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I'm adorable. [ said in a completely deadpan voice. ]
I'm... not sure how I'd feel, if he showed up here. [ he tries to imagine it, and can't help the small laugh that escapes. ] He'd probably enjoy it a lot more than me. Encouraged to indulge in any and all vices? He'd have a field day.
[ watching her laugh, he opens his mouth, before shutting it and looking down, and then away from her, before speaking. ] I'm just telling the truth.
[ he's actually relieved to be talking about the mayor's ascension now, instead of continuing to reveal just how much he admires her. although there's still a fair bit of that, too. ] In front of everyone. I wasn't really there until the eclipse - that's when it had to happen, convergence of events, all that. But he was giving the commencement speech at graduation first. Everyone had weapons underneath their gowns.
[ he presses his lips together, trying to hold back a smile, and finally squints past her shoulder. ] No, you didn't blow up the gym. [ the war against his amusement is losing. ] You lured him through the school, and Giles blew up the library.
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[ Angel shrugs at the offer to talk, not refusing, but not particularly feeling like talking. he squeezes her hand back though, and when he opens his mouth, with no real clue what he's going to say (but with a vague thought of politely refusing), what comes out is a surprise. ] I think you would've liked him. He was...good. Sweet. And kind of a horndog. [ he adds wryly. he looks down, watching as he brushes his thumb over Buffy's knuckles. ] It was just— I went to bed afterward, and woke up here. I didn't get a chance to— to figure anything out. He had a crush on Cordelia, but didn't want to say anything, because he was half-demon. Also, he wasn't rich, famous, or fashionable, which I think would've weighed against him more than the demon part. He was Irish, and—it was nice, hearing it again. [ he knows his descriptions are all over the place, jumping back and forth without any real coherence, but how do you sum up a whole person, succinctly? ] He was my friend, [ he agrees quietly, ] and I'm not...really used to that. Let alone losing one.
[ Angel shakes his head at her self-observation. now he remembers, she said it was just after christmas for her. before her birthday. before Giles put her through the cruciamentium, and was fired for revealing it to her. Angel didn't need to hear about it to already know the affection the older man has toward her. ] Maybe, somewhere. But even when he's complaining about you in those journals, I bet he wrote about how independent you are. How resourceful. How your being unconventional has led to your success.
[ and of course she had to ask about the ascension, which makes him grimace. but telling her here isn't going to change anything when she goes back - and he knows she'll get back, because he was there. right. ] The Mayor. Ascension is... when a being ascends, transforms, into a full demon. Not the kind you fight now, but an Old One, not tainted with mortal blood. You rally the whole school, all the students join the fight. It's— well, Mel certainly has reason to sing your praises, for that alone. It was pretty awe-inspiring.
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( at his squeeze she makes it a point not to let go. adjusting her hold so when he wants to and when he's ready to let go, he can, but letting him know she isn't going anywhere. so for now she lets him talk about Doyle, a small smile on her face as she listens, trying to picture exactly what his friend might have looked like. which is something a little like Xander, if he were half-demon. considering Angel isn't exactly Xander's biggest fan, she doesn't mention that's who Doyle reminds her of. overall though, what she means to say is, ) He sounded nice. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to meet him, and that you didn't get to figure things out before they pulled you here. ( she'd add that maybe he could try to get things figured out while he's here, but there's no point. not in the grand scheme of thing, because everything they do here is forgotten as soon as they're back home. however, ) It might be a long shot, but it's still a shot, that maybe the Powers in charge of the city will decide to bring him here. I mean, if they can pull four of us from different points, anything's possible. ( forever the optimist, even here.
blushing at him compliment she ducks her head and laughs again. ) Unconventional is a nice way of putting it. ( she knows she can be a little (or a lot) unorthodox and radical. pushing against the boundaries and the standards Giles and the Council and destiny expect her to adhere to. ) Anyone ever tell you you're really good for an ego boost?
( because he is. and he's also good for making her stomach flip. this time not in a good way. ) He doesn't ascend right in front of everyone, does he? ( please say no, please say no... ) The whole school? ( she preens just the slightest before her stomach drops, because oh, she's got a really bad feeling about what the answer is gonna be to, ) I didn't blow the gym up ─ ( again ) ─ did I?
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I'm... not sure how I'd feel, if he showed up here. [ he tries to imagine it, and can't help the small laugh that escapes. ] He'd probably enjoy it a lot more than me. Encouraged to indulge in any and all vices? He'd have a field day.
[ watching her laugh, he opens his mouth, before shutting it and looking down, and then away from her, before speaking. ] I'm just telling the truth.
[ he's actually relieved to be talking about the mayor's ascension now, instead of continuing to reveal just how much he admires her. although there's still a fair bit of that, too. ] In front of everyone. I wasn't really there until the eclipse - that's when it had to happen, convergence of events, all that. But he was giving the commencement speech at graduation first. Everyone had weapons underneath their gowns.
[ he presses his lips together, trying to hold back a smile, and finally squints past her shoulder. ] No, you didn't blow up the gym. [ the war against his amusement is losing. ] You lured him through the school, and Giles blew up the library.