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[ and angel's just plain awake, as night hours are usually the ones he keeps. even with the artificial sunlight in place, it feels much more natural to someone whose been undead and bound to the dark for over two hundred and fifty years to maintain a night owl's sleeping schedule. although the music catches his attention, it's the desire to work out himself that brings him to the dojo and not the tune itself. he's a not surprised to smell buffy, but he is to see her dancing and singing along to the music like some sort of carefree teenager - the kind of average girl she never got a chance to be.
he hangs back in the doorway, watching, not saying anything for the moment and just content to watch her. ...and listen to the song. angel's taste in music is special (big fanilow, party of the former scourge of europe), and taylor swift is actually pleasant in comparison to most modern music that graces his eardrums - or assaults them is more like it. he usually doesn't go for the country stuff, but this isn't half bad. ]