Daniel "Oz" Osbourne (sogoesmynation) wrote in ridgewayresort, |
If there was one thing that could be said about Oz, it was that it took a lot to shake him up. Most everything in his life, from the discovery of demons to learning he was a werewolf, he'd taken in stride. That didn't mean he didn't have reactions. He did. He just kept them locked up inside his mind rather than wearing his emotions out on his sleeve as most others seemed to do. Once, Xander had stated that such a thing made him cool. As far as Oz was concerned, it just made him... Oz.
So he didn't freak out as most others might when faced with a woman who clearly was a fan of some sort. He didn't take a step back, he barely even blinked. Instead he simply stood there, amusement shining in his eyes and his lips still slightly curved upward in that semi-smile that was his trademark expression when amused.
"It's all good," he assured her after her geeked out moment. "It happens." He really wasn't sure what else to say on the matter. Finding out he was fictional had been a trip, but it wasn't the weirdest thing he'd ever encountered by far. And, logically speaking, it made sense he'd have fans. It was a heady thought, but again it wasn't the weirdest thing he'd come across. Living on the Hellmouth really put things like that into perspective.
So in typical Oz fashion, he just went with it. "So, you know me. Can't say I know much about you, though. Not exactly as caught up on pop culture like I used to be. TVs aren't all the rage in Tibet."