i never learned enough;
[ it's not stalking if she also happens to be in the library, bored out of her mind, trying to find information on anything that can steal hours away from her for the day. seeing the familiar back of angel isn't exactly what she was looking for when she came here, but it beats reading. that's so wesley.
she comes to stand by the side of his chair, hand resting against the back of it as she looks at the mess he's made on the table. so, maybe, he's a bit possessed by the wyndam-pryce bug, too. it's good to know it's going around. ]
I'd think so.
[ she moves to the seat opposite him, placing her elbows on the table and her chin on her open palms. she looks down at the papers, feeling the boredom creep up along her spine. she relaxes, for once, slouching a little as she lets her guard down. ]
You know talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity? [ she looks at him with an arched brow. then she re-thinks that. ] Maybe it's somewhere around the tenth for you.