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So. This was what it felt like to have one's own place.
Hmm.
Wesley glanced over at Cordelia. Then at Charles. Then after several attempts to come up with something to say, he finally cleared his throat.
"It's not... terribly spacious, or perhaps as... luxurious as the dormitories, but it'll do."
Cordelia beamed and launched into a rant of sorts, clearly proud of her apartment-finding skills; Charles, on the other hand, looked decidedly more skeptical about the whole thing, but let it alone with just a head-shake and a couple of steps away from the creaking cabinets overhead.
"I, ah, I suppose I'd best get on with unpacking, then," Wesley said after a pause. "I'll see you both at Cordelia's in the morning?"
And then he could, well, get started with taking down some of the paintings that had been left behind, because they were just creepy.
[[nfb/nfi, obvs]]
Hmm.
Wesley glanced over at Cordelia. Then at Charles. Then after several attempts to come up with something to say, he finally cleared his throat.
"It's not... terribly spacious, or perhaps as... luxurious as the dormitories, but it'll do."
Cordelia beamed and launched into a rant of sorts, clearly proud of her apartment-finding skills; Charles, on the other hand, looked decidedly more skeptical about the whole thing, but let it alone with just a head-shake and a couple of steps away from the creaking cabinets overhead.
"I, ah, I suppose I'd best get on with unpacking, then," Wesley said after a pause. "I'll see you both at Cordelia's in the morning?"
And then he could, well, get started with taking down some of the paintings that had been left behind, because they were just creepy.
[[nfb/nfi, obvs]]
