Irda Majere (irda) wrote in duckirda,
Irda Majere

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Wesley pulled up in front of the Hyperion, staring at the hotel for a good while before getting out of his car. He drew a deep breath before making his way up to the front door and into the lobby.

He rubbed his chin absently, still getting used to the smooth feeling. He'd shaved off his stubble and once again wore the glasses he'd given up after beginning his 'new life'. He'd even put on a dress shirt and a pair of slacks, wanting to look like the old Wesley. The Wesley Angel had trusted and cared for. With slow, deliberate steps he walked up the stairs towards the vampire's living quarters.
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