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Angel (broodysoul) wrote in somerealityrpg,

"You're probably right about that," Angelus said with a chuckle. "One of those I don't even remember how it started. We both should learn not to get so upset." Technically this was all true. Partly. There had been a disagreement of sorts between himself and Buffy. And Bonnie. And Elena. And even Emma. All Angel's favorite, pretty ladies lined up in a row. They were varying levels of disagreement that came with the threat of re-ensoulment, fangs, or death depending on who was asked. Angelus didn't have a death wish (though more so than a soul wish), but it would be a fun game to see how hard or easy it would be to push each of them closer towards the death option.

Looking over his current target, Angelus had vague feeling of recognition. He wasn't sure if he had met her personally, but maybe had seen her around the Villa of mutual friends.

"A dress. Good idea. Thank you." He half pretended to browse the racks, picking out a sundress that looked like something Buffy might wear. It wouldn't be what Angelus would pick out for her if he was searching something for her to actually wear, but neither would Angel since Angel could barely dress himself most days.

"I doubt I'd be much help, but are you looking for anything in particular? My name is Wesley, by the way." He took the chance that she didn't recognize him right away, but still gave a fake name just in case she at least knew Angel's name. He refused to use his given, birth name, but Angel, Wesley. Both were failures that hated themselves, so there wasn't much difference.