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Someone left their copy of 'Gay Butts Monthly' and 'Kinky Nuns' in the dorm lounge. Inside both is written These items belong to Angel.
Repeat: ANGEL
Can he/she please collect their gay porn magazine from the lounge? Thank you.
Repeat: ANGEL
Can he/she please collect their gay porn magazine from the lounge? Thank you.
"Hi." Drusilla sat down next to Wesley and put a hand on his shoulder to know that he was really here. He was and he was warm. Her hands were cold, they tended to be.
"Do you remember me?" She watched for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, that's me. It's true that I am odd, but you needn't think it right at me. I know it quite well enough."
"Do you remember me?" She watched for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, that's me. It's true that I am odd, but you needn't think it right at me. I know it quite well enough."
"Ah, you're Angel's friend, yes?" Oh boy. This is the slightly ... off one, wasn't it? There was something wrong with her but Angel just said to be nice so he was definitely going to be that. And hopefully this time she wasn't going to stroke his face, he was trying to focus on his studies.
Though he does set his book aside to talk to her. "I do remember you. I wasn't thinking any such thing, miss. Can I assist you?"
Though he does set his book aside to talk to her. "I do remember you. I wasn't thinking any such thing, miss. Can I assist you?"
A good thing about being a big guy with a mysterious past was that people tended to not want to mess with him. He could be an axe murderer or something, after all, though a lot of people were apparently just of the opinion that he was dreamy.
The "hands off" approach, however, came to a rapid end when a certain someone decided to start spreading all sorts of rumours about him being both gay and a pervert. Suddenly he was having lots of break time fun with people trying to harass him or even pick fights. As if he hadn't been getting enough of that from Spike to begin with.
Most of the time it wasn't too hard to deal with, he was after all a pretty damn good fighter and most of the people that came at him... well, they weren't. Still, there was only so much a lone guy could do when outnumbered (and yes, of course he was too proud to report anything, he did deserve to be treated like shit after all even if it was currently for all the wrong reasons).
And so, on one rainy day he finally got cornered by too many assholes, and after a prolonged fight they managed to drag him off and throw him into what appeared to be some sort of supply closet that apparently they had a key to because he heard the lock click behind him where he lay on the floor.
The room was dark, and oddly enough full of the smell of cigarette smoke. Then again, maybe not so odd after all, the weather was shit after all. Someone had probably used the place to defy campus rules and sneak in a smoking break between classes.
Not once did it occur to him that maybe said someone was actually still in there, somewhere behind the shelves of random tools and cleaning equipment and other odds and ends that simply didn't belong anywhere else so it had all gotten shoved into this weird little room in a mostly forgotten corner of the building.
The "hands off" approach, however, came to a rapid end when a certain someone decided to start spreading all sorts of rumours about him being both gay and a pervert. Suddenly he was having lots of break time fun with people trying to harass him or even pick fights. As if he hadn't been getting enough of that from Spike to begin with.
Most of the time it wasn't too hard to deal with, he was after all a pretty damn good fighter and most of the people that came at him... well, they weren't. Still, there was only so much a lone guy could do when outnumbered (and yes, of course he was too proud to report anything, he did deserve to be treated like shit after all even if it was currently for all the wrong reasons).
And so, on one rainy day he finally got cornered by too many assholes, and after a prolonged fight they managed to drag him off and throw him into what appeared to be some sort of supply closet that apparently they had a key to because he heard the lock click behind him where he lay on the floor.
The room was dark, and oddly enough full of the smell of cigarette smoke. Then again, maybe not so odd after all, the weather was shit after all. Someone had probably used the place to defy campus rules and sneak in a smoking break between classes.
Not once did it occur to him that maybe said someone was actually still in there, somewhere behind the shelves of random tools and cleaning equipment and other odds and ends that simply didn't belong anywhere else so it had all gotten shoved into this weird little room in a mostly forgotten corner of the building.
Edited 2018-07-04 18:35 (UTC)
"The fuck was that?"
Did the door seriously just lock? Well, shit. Spike flicked his lighter a few times and then a small bit of light illuminated the figure of someone. A teacher? He swiftly tossed his packet of fags behind his shoulder and cleared his throat.
"I was just looking for some printing supplies and -- wait, Peaches?" Damn, he threw his fags away too quickly. Sheepishly, he moved in closer and used his lighter to get a better look at them and he was locked in with.
Definitely Angel.
"Oil, why you locked us in? Better not be any funny buggery, mate. Not interested."
Did the door seriously just lock? Well, shit. Spike flicked his lighter a few times and then a small bit of light illuminated the figure of someone. A teacher? He swiftly tossed his packet of fags behind his shoulder and cleared his throat.
"I was just looking for some printing supplies and -- wait, Peaches?" Damn, he threw his fags away too quickly. Sheepishly, he moved in closer and used his lighter to get a better look at them and he was locked in with.
Definitely Angel.
"Oil, why you locked us in? Better not be any funny buggery, mate. Not interested."
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Look, stars!
Look, stars!
Edited 2018-07-06 18:25 (UTC)
01:05am
I'm not gay! I dunno what you're playing at.
But I'm not.
01:07am
And I just fucked Dru not long ago
so
there
01:16am
AND YOU KNOW ANGEL IS GAY, RIGHT?
LIKE FOR GOD SAKE
HE'S A BLOODY POOF
01.58am
Not that I care
If you want to do a poofter, that's your issue.
I'm just not
01.59am
Not obsessed either.
Don't care.
Fuck you
03.18am
And I don't even like Angel, why would I be obsessed with him?
He just keeps hitting on my girl.
He won't leave me alone!
He's the problem.
HIM
If anyone is obsessive, it's him.
05.19am
Wait, did we have lit homework?
Bugger.
06.30am
ask him about Dru.
and bring me breakfast.
I'm not gay! I dunno what you're playing at.
But I'm not.
01:07am
And I just fucked Dru not long ago
so
there
01:16am
AND YOU KNOW ANGEL IS GAY, RIGHT?
LIKE FOR GOD SAKE
HE'S A BLOODY POOF
01.58am
Not that I care
If you want to do a poofter, that's your issue.
I'm just not
01.59am
Not obsessed either.
Don't care.
Fuck you
03.18am
And I don't even like Angel, why would I be obsessed with him?
He just keeps hitting on my girl.
He won't leave me alone!
He's the problem.
HIM
If anyone is obsessive, it's him.
05.19am
Wait, did we have lit homework?
Bugger.
06.30am
ask him about Dru.
and bring me breakfast.
Hello beautiful <3
Edited 2018-07-08 10:43 (UTC)
Do you have your phone back?
Edited 2018-07-08 16:54 (UTC)
You know, you already have a girlfriend. What are you doing making out with other people's boyfriends? I mean, Angel has very soft looking lips for such a tough guy, but still!
I'm really sorry, Dru. That shouldn't have happened.
"Spike?" Drusilla sat up on the bed when she heard the door open, turning her head to look at him. She had drawn the curtains, all the lights were out, so even though it was the middle of the day, it was very dark in the room. "It was too bright in my head."
She moved her hands in front of her eyes, swaying a little bit. "Still too bright. Am I blinding you?"
She moved her hands in front of her eyes, swaying a little bit. "Still too bright. Am I blinding you?"
"Oh Dru, love, what are you doing?" Sighing, Spike crawled onto the bed and just lay down beside her, head on the pillow and plenty content. Well, in theory, he always loved to lie with Drusilla but he was concerned, she was having an off moment and it was always hard to tell if it was because the laundry machine beeped wrong or her meds were messing with her.
"What's up, princess? Can I darken your mind for you?"
"What's up, princess? Can I darken your mind for you?"
Angel had never been much of a party person, but since he and Buffy broke up he had become pretty much a hermit. There just weren't any compelling reasons to go outside his room more than absolutely necessary, and if he never went anywhere he didn't have to risk running into Buffy or Riley.
Flawless.
The only problem was that no matter how undeserving he was, people in this world cared about him, and they just wouldn't let him sit in his depression cave and brood all the time.
And so, he found himself at a party, standing awkwardly at a bookshelf with a beer in his hand and looking over the titles to avoid making eye contact with anyone.
Flawless.
The only problem was that no matter how undeserving he was, people in this world cared about him, and they just wouldn't let him sit in his depression cave and brood all the time.
And so, he found himself at a party, standing awkwardly at a bookshelf with a beer in his hand and looking over the titles to avoid making eye contact with anyone.
"I better give the hosts a heads up, with you wild party animal on the loose." Buffy hadn't known that Angel would be there, but there must be some sense instilled in her that always had her check the corners, especially near the books, and so part of her hadn't even been surprised to see him. Instead that part had been thrilled, which was enough to make another part of her freak out. "Are you chatting up the books?"
"Can I borrow a pen, William?" Drusilla came up to his desk and put a hand down on it so she could look at him, a friendly smile on her face. "Mine ran out of ink and I didn't bring any spare."
She knew he always had plenty. He fancied himself a writer after all and he'd never not have a pen to spare for her, even if he had to fetch one from a dragon. He fancied himself a lot of things around her, it was difficult to avoid hurting his feelings.
She knew he always had plenty. He fancied himself a writer after all and he'd never not have a pen to spare for her, even if he had to fetch one from a dragon. He fancied himself a lot of things around her, it was difficult to avoid hurting his feelings.
"Of course I do."
She spoke to him. She spoke to him! This was perfect. The best part of his day so far. He smiled nervously and almost forgot what she said before fumbling forward to find her a pen. He got her one of his finest, which wasn't anything too tricky or inky to use, passing it along gently to her. "You may keep it, if you so wish."
She spoke to him. She spoke to him! This was perfect. The best part of his day so far. He smiled nervously and almost forgot what she said before fumbling forward to find her a pen. He got her one of his finest, which wasn't anything too tricky or inky to use, passing it along gently to her. "You may keep it, if you so wish."
When Drusilla walked into Angel's and Wesley's room, it never occurred to her to knock. A good thing, as it turned out, since she could hear the shower going, so Wesley wouldn't have heard her anyway. She closed the door behind herself and walked around the room, inspecting the books, but not bothering to take any of the shelf. In the end she sat down on Angel's bed, smoothing down her skirt and leaning back on her hands, so she could watch the bathroom door and wait for Wesley to come out.
Luckily Wesley was wearing a towel around his waist or this could have been a hundred times worse. He was still dripping wet when he opened the door and he really didn't expect to have a cause for alarm. Hence why when he opened the door and saw Drusilla, he cried out and slammed the door shut in panic.
Oh no. It was Angel's weird friend.
Slowly, Wesley opened the door and peered out. "Erm, hello. Angel--Angel is not here, come back later please."
Oh no. It was Angel's weird friend.
Slowly, Wesley opened the door and peered out. "Erm, hello. Angel--Angel is not here, come back later please."
It took some planning, but eventually he managed to figure out what desk Drusilla would be sitting at during the last class for the day, and so he left a portrait of her that he'd drawn on the desk, along with a rose.
Being dramatic was just so much fun sometimes.
Being dramatic was just so much fun sometimes.
Drusilla was not sure what to make of this strange occurrence and the suggestive remarks and jokes her classmates made really weren't helping. Neither was the look on William's face.
In the end she tucked the portrait away in a folder, deciding that it would be best to show it to a priest and ask him what to do with it. The rose, however? She wasn't sure what to do with that.
In the end she simply clutched it in her hands when she left class, pondering who could.have done this and why.
In the end she tucked the portrait away in a folder, deciding that it would be best to show it to a priest and ask him what to do with it. The rose, however? She wasn't sure what to do with that.
In the end she simply clutched it in her hands when she left class, pondering who could.have done this and why.
William?
That poem that Matthew read out loud the other day.
I think I get it. I am sorry they jeered.
That poem that Matthew read out loud the other day.
I think I get it. I am sorry they jeered.
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