Wesley
Bad Ass Demon Slayer
My ass is not pansy!
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Post by Wesley on Jun 14, 2006 23:21:52 GMT -5
Wesley pushed his door open, dropping his keys onto a table as he peered into the darkness of his apartment.
It felt like it had been ages since he'd last been home. Lord knows it felt like ages since he'd last slept.
He pushed the door closed, shedding his jacket and tossing it onto the couch as he walked past. He idly peered at his answering machine, not surprised to see that the light wasn't blinking. No one ever called him at home. He doubted that the gang even knew he had a home phone. He usually used his mobile.
He made his way into the bathroom, staring at the haggard reflection in the mirror. Yes, the sleepless nights were certainly catching up with him. He wondered briefly how Anna could even stand to look at him. He had dark circles beneath his eyes, three-day stubble littering his chin, and his hair looked a mess. He groaned inwardly.
A quick shower and a shave later, he was feeling much better. Tired, but he felt a little refreshed.
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