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Angel (broodysoul) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2021-04-16 23:02:00

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active: angel, active: kate pryde

Log: Angel & Kate
Who: Angel and Kate Pryde
What: Kate phases through the wrong wall
When: Saturday morningish
Where: Angel's room
Warnings: Awkwardness

The last few days since his talk with Bonnie had been long, and for once, it had nothing to do with sudden trips around the world or weird or dangerous obstacles that Goodland liked to throw at them on a regular basis. While it was good news that they had started to develop a plan or an idea that changing the spell was even possible, the closer he got to making any sort of decision the more and more nervous Angel became. For a vampire, the soul was still a curse in a many ways, so his guilt and brooding, as too many people called it, wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Living with this curse had been something he'd dealt with for over a century, and making the move to take the risk felt, well, risky. The problem was that he wasn't sure if it was more risky to allow what he saw in the mirrors become a reality.

Angel knew that his next move was to talk to Buffy. At first, he'd wanted to come to a decision on his own, so she wouldn't be getting her hopes up for something that may or may not be possible, but no matter when he told her, that was going to happen unless he waited until after the fact. He'd be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind, but that wasn't fair to her. The decision involved her, so that meant broaching the subject before he decided a definite yes or no. The secure location of Emma's cave did make him feel better about the actual process itself, but knowing that Angelus would be coming out for a visit, even if only a little while under the best circumstances, would always make him pause.

Since when did the best circumstances ever happen for any of them?

Sleep didn't come easy, but he'd managed a couple hours. A warmed mug of fresh blood from the butcher shop later, and Angel was standing under the warm water from his shower. The steady stream beat down on his chest until his skin had turned a pale pink. The shower was turned off, and Angel opened the curtain and stepped out onto the bathroom mat. He dried and used the towel to dry out some of the excess water from his hair then wrapped the towel around his waist.

Back in the bedroom and standing in front of his closet, Angel dropped the towel and sorted through the various pairs of dark slacks to find something to wear.

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piracies
2021-04-17 05:32 am UTC (link)

Kate was accustomed to Goodland's antics. Living in this place for well over a year gave her that luxury. Numb to most of the shit it threw at them, she could take a lot of it in stride. Sure, nearly losing her arm during the whole monster fiasco wasn't exactly a highlight but she'd been fighting since she was fourteen. Villains, scarecrows, giant teddy bears; she could handle them all just fine.

It was the everyday slice of life things that Kate sometimes struggled with navigating- especially when it came to Pete Wisdom. He wanted to move forward, to start a life with her here that she made damn sure they'd never gotten before. It was a pretty picture that he painted, one that he wasn't trying to push her into and that she could see herself in easily, and yet? She was hesitating to pull the trigger. She could say that she didn't know why and make a million excuses but Kate's blunt honesty was probably one of the better traits she'd developed.

It wasn't that she didn't want to live with Pete. The time they needed to make up for was palpable and she loved him, more than she'd remembered loving him before, but...well? There was always a 'but' wasn't there?

The reasons were simple, yet complicated, and revolved heavily around her brother. Before Pete, hell even before her sudden age up and Emma, John had been her lifeline. Codependent to a million different faults, the idea of not having him right down the hall made her want to panic. It was something she was trying to wrap her mind around- to make peace with- she just wasn't so sure how much progress she was actually making.

Shoving all of that to the back of her mind, Kate felt around her pockets for her cigarettes. She could try and figure out how to deal tomorrow, for now? All she wanted was to faceplant on Pete's pillow, maybe drink until she didn't care, and try to push his buttons a bit. Maybe not in that order.

With her brain too busy trying to push things aside, Kate didn't even realize she was walking into the wrong room until it was far too late. For a second she could only stare at the very naked vampire browsing his clothing options...stare and try desperately not to die laughing. Ooooops? At least she wasn't walking in on Remy and Emma again? That almost always included nudity and compromising positions.

"Aren't all of your clothes the same," she finally asked with a semi-awkward gesture to his closet.

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broodysoul
2021-04-18 01:28 am UTC (link)

In most circumstances, Angel typically prided himself on being aware of his surroundings and alert to changes in circumstance. Not only was he a tad paranoid when it came to surprise, violent guests showing up unannounced, he also had the nose and the ears to pick up on the smallest scent or sound yards or more away. So, there was no good excuse for him to completely miss Kate's arrival, and especially no good excuse that he didn't realize she was there until she spoke.

"What the fu--," he started to say but as soon as he jerked around and simultaneously tried to both cover himself and reach for the towel on the floor, Angel slipped and fell back on his naked ass. His hands made a quick search for the towel until he managed to partially cover himself before standing up again.

"What are you...uh," Her question registered, and he glanced at the closet. "They're not the same. Just... similar."

Wait, why was he bothering to answer questions about his wardrobe? He shook his head and carefully wrapped the towel around his waist, making sure it was more or less secure.

"Kate, what are you doing in here?" He wasn't a stranger to her phasing in and out of the common rooms apartment, but she'd never passed through the walls into his room. He liked Kate fine, but he'd rather her not, you know, walk in on him fresh out of the shower still naked.

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piracies
2021-04-21 05:53 pm UTC (link)

To be fair, ever since that last time with Remy and Emma, she had begun to pay closer attention to what walls she wandered through. It wasn't exactly a difficult feat, other than when it came to the White Queen, but that was merely because boundaries weren't exactly their forte. No. Her efforts there were merely for Remy's sake. With everyone else, she tended to be considerate, outside of phasing in her sleep. She'd just been distracted today is all.

Already trying to figure out how to pin this on Pete, Kate watched the scene play out in front of her like a fucking scene in a comedic movie. She tried, really tried, to contain her laughter, but as soon as he slipped and fell onto his ass? All bets were off. Covering her mouth with her hand, she nearly barreled over in hysterics.

It took the entire sequence of him fumbling around for his dignity for her to pull herself together. Wiping at her eyes, she attempted to even the breaths burning her lungs from the fit of laughter. "Fucking hell. Whew. Thanks, I needed that."

"As nice as your pale ass is," she began - making the entire situation worse by getting comfortable with a lean against the wall. "Good for Buffy, by the way. I wasn't exactly looking for a show. Guess I wasn't paying attention. My bad?"

"And all of your clothes are absolutely the same."

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broodysoul
2021-04-26 02:29 am UTC (link)

He'd been expecting the laughter. Hell, if he'd been a third party in all of this, Angel probably would have found it funny too. Except he wasn't a third party. He was the guy who had fallen on his naked ass after nearly coming out of his skin when his roommate's girlfriend caught him by surprise by walking through his bedroom wall.

The 'good for Buffy' line earned her one of his trademarked looks of stoicism, and he let out a sigh of exasperation. Nevermind that Buffy hadn't seen... that in a while or that he was trying to figure out what the hell to do about the lack of her seeing...that, but — no, he wasn't going there right now. Nope.

"Not paying attention," he repeated with a scoff. "Well, I, uh.. appreciate if you paid attention. From now on." He wasn't upset, mostly awkward and embarrassed, even if he was probably the last vampire on earth that should be caring about modesty. Still, without thinking, Angel doublechecked the towel around his waist, making sure everything was as secure as it could be. There wouldn't be anymore mishaps or slips if he could help it.

His eyes went to the clothes in his closet again. They may have all been more or less similar in color, but they weren't the same. "That one's a button-down," he pointed out. "And this isn't one." He picked out a dark, knit shirt and tossed it over to the bed. And then backed up to the dresser and quickly, and very carefully, slipped on a pair of boxers on underneath the towel.

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