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Metaphorically Speaking by DangerMouse (R)
Fandom: ANGEL
Pairing: Gunn/Wesley
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twig_technology
Author Website: None found
Why this must be read:
DangerMouse was responding to a prompt about Gunn and Wesley needing to be bailed out of jail, and came up with this hilarious fic that gives new meaning to the phrase "Get in the truck, English!" The season/setting is unspecified, but it features great Gunn and Wesley voices with a nice cameo by Cordelia -- who comes across, rather convincingly, as much more intimidating than any demon.
Excerpt:
"'Hmmm, yes', English?" Charles asked, unable to hide the irritation in his voice as he turned to look at the man sitting next to him on a stained bench. "That all you got to say?"
Wesley, for his part, was frowning, looking down at his wrist. "Do you know what happened to my watch?"
Sighing, Charles put his hand over his eyes, rubbing away at the headache he just knew was coming. "This all comes of hanging out with crazy white people," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "I never had these problems until I started hanging out with crazy white people."
Metaphorically Speaking</a.
Pairing: Gunn/Wesley
Author on LJ:
twig_technologyAuthor Website: None found
Why this must be read:
DangerMouse was responding to a prompt about Gunn and Wesley needing to be bailed out of jail, and came up with this hilarious fic that gives new meaning to the phrase "Get in the truck, English!" The season/setting is unspecified, but it features great Gunn and Wesley voices with a nice cameo by Cordelia -- who comes across, rather convincingly, as much more intimidating than any demon.
Excerpt:
"'Hmmm, yes', English?" Charles asked, unable to hide the irritation in his voice as he turned to look at the man sitting next to him on a stained bench. "That all you got to say?"
Wesley, for his part, was frowning, looking down at his wrist. "Do you know what happened to my watch?"
Sighing, Charles put his hand over his eyes, rubbing away at the headache he just knew was coming. "This all comes of hanging out with crazy white people," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. "I never had these problems until I started hanging out with crazy white people."
Metaphorically Speaking</a.