The Library Is Open - 12/19

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos looks like he hasn't slept, and possibly has been hit by a 2 x 4 somewhere along the way.

He's working on translating the text that came for him several weeks ago, making notes in a spiral-bound notebook. If you were, say, Daniel Jackson, you might recognize the notes as sort of a bastard Medieval Latin, heavily abbreviated.

Did we mention the not-good-mood?

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Parker leaned over and scratched behind the puppy's ears, grinning as it wriggled. "You are almost as cute as Cam-Wolf," she told him. "You look thrilled," she added to Angel. "Although when he's grown, your dorm room is going to seem awfully small."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"It does that now," Angel said. He grinned as Sean wriggled and tried to lick Parker's fingers. "'course that's mostly due to the flowers."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's grin widened. "Ohhh, yes. I meant to mock you about that. Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Playah of the Week."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You can't mock me," Angel held Sean up defensively. "My child is here."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The reason you're a puppy is your daddy's a dawg," Parker solemnly informed Sean. "He slobbered alllll over some people, and they loved him for it, the same way they like it when you lick their faces. I'll never get that. But they gave him *flowers* and asked him 'are you sure it was a spell' and they're *still* doing it."

Parker shook her head, cackling. "And I thought Angelus got action with the leather pants."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel covered Sean's ears. "Oh, sure. Corrupt him with talk of s-e-x." But Angel was smiling. "Hey, don't suppose you know who's been sending all those flowers? I was assuming Bel was at least one of them."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I think you'll take care of the corruption just fine, Mr. Spankings Are Fun," Parker responded. "And of course Bel's one of them. I'd guess on the others, but it's more fun to watch you squirm. Although I *loved* the one from Jack. You notice he's the only one with the guts to sign it."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Can't say it wasn't pretty," Angel agreed. He shifted his arms as Sean squirmed into a new position. From this angle it looked like every so often Angel's coat suddenly sprouted a tongue and licked him on the chin. "Hope the others aren't going to be a problem though. Hate to think of anybody getting their hopes up when - well. You know the drill."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chortled at the sight Angel made, then shot him a sharp glance. "You know, I talked to Miss Calendar about that curse. It's 'perfect happiness', not 'perfect orgasm'. I know you're a guy, but even you should know the difference between the two."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Snerk]

"Yeah, right," Angel said. "And if I'm with somebody and I care about them what're the odds?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And again, I point out that you're such a guy. There's more than three bases before home plate if you do it right. And 'care' is not the same as 'twu wuv'." Parker made a face. "Not that I think you should get too happy. But right now, you're more thrilled about that dog than anything I've seen on you before. If there was a risk of true happiness by pet, you'd already be Angelus."

_{[ooc: *snerk*]}

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah, but - " Angel held up Sean again for Parker to see " - he's cute. Look at those big, brown eyes!"

More seriously, Angel said, "Look, even if I could avoid home or if it wasn't twu - *cough* - true love and all that... what right do I have to saddle somebody with the burden of being in a relationship with me?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He's adorable," Parker cooed at the head peeking out of Angel's coat. "And yet, you're still Wings, not the psychotic freakshow. Happy is happy, isn't it?" She shook her head. "'Burden of a relationship'-- okay, explain to the sixteen-year-old. I'm missing something here."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You know," Angel said. "Vampire. Former psychopath. Not exactly big with things like having kids or going out to play in the sunshine. Plus I don't know if you know this but some people say I have a tendency to brood."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You know brood is what animals do waiting for stuff to hatch, right?" Parker asked, momentarily diverted. "I keep waiting for you to hatch something aside from more brood."

"And you're missing the point, if you think that's a deterrent. Hello, dozens of flowers from silly people who know all that and like you anyway." She frowned. "Why am I arguing for this again?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Because when you heard all the Whos down in Whoville your heart grew three sizes that day?" Angel suggested, a smile playing on his lips.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Uuuuuugh. I think I just like me being right, and you being wrong," Parker responded, patting Sean on the head. "And you're wrong. As usual. But go ahead, hatch yourself some misery. I'll just stand here and mock with the puppy."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You're teaching my puppy to mock?" Angel said. "See, this is why I didn't pick you as godparent."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"That's okay, I'll be the cool aunt who feeds him the doggie equivalent of sugar and hypes him up and then turns him loose in the common room and tells everyone you forgot to shut the door again," Parker said, grinning evilly.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Awww, hear that, Sean?" Angel cooed to the puppy, "Auntie Parker wubs you."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No I don't," she told Sean, "but I looove how you make Wings look like a bibbling idiot. Stick around as long as you want!"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Admit it, you want to scritch his tummy."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Not while he's in your coat, I don't."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Can't take him out in the library," Angel said. "He'll be deported."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker snorted. "There's an INS for puppies? What did you lace your blood with this morning, dandelion dust?"