Room 320, Sunday Evening (After the Magic Box, la)

[bitchy_smurf]

The rather disturbing thing about this weekend was that Illyria had attempted to be ...kind to Wesley on some level, and only forced her company on him in small doses, with plenty of time for retreating to sit in the dark and further destroy his metabolism. So it was only now that she was finally showing him her living quarters. Such as they were.

"This is where I don't sleep."

[OOC: For the Watcher and the Hunter]

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[likethegun]

"Peter's my boyfriend," Sam explained. "He used to go here but he graduated and now he's in New York so I don't get to see him that often and...I'm just going to stop talking now."

[novitalorgans.livejournal.com]

"Yes, because when I said the conversation had too much information what I meant was for you to go into greater detail," Wesley replied. "Well, no one is currently dead or bleeding so we'll call this one a win."

Wesley reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a business card. He offered it to Sam. "Here. In case anything happens. You'll want to talk to Harmony. Actually 'want' is a far too strong word, but she's in charge of the forms. Be sure to mention if the problem involves interdimensional vortexes or goats. We have to bill those to a separate account."

[likethegun]

Sam was pretty sure that if he was ever involved with something that had to do with goats, he wouldn't be telling anyone, but he took the card anyway. "Um, thanks," he said. "I'll be sure to hold onto this."

[bitchy_smurf]

"I would suggest not holding onto it while you sleep, if you don't wish the ink to run."