I have a problem.
I have this totally hot girlfriend - her name's Cordelia - and she's got this awesome voice. I love to her hear speak, right in my ear. Sometimes in my head even. She's witty and acerbic, and she's got a way with getting right to the heart of the matter. No bullshit. I adore that about her.
She's into this guy - Angel's his name - and he - well, he doesn't talk to me as much as she does. But when he does, he's always got something interesting to say. Mostly about Cordelia. It's like he can't talk about anything else when he's got my ear. And I sort of know he's got other interestes, other things he likes to natter on about. But I guess I'm the girl he likes to tell all his Cordelia-shaped thoughts to. It's fine. There are others out there that listen to his other ideas and shit.
Those two, when they're with me, they love to play around a lot. There's teasing and smiling and a lot of very tactile touching going on. Sometimes it's dangerous, sometimes it's sort of sad. Okay. A lot of times it's really sad. But sometimes, it's just plain silly. Fluff, they like to call it. You wouldn't think someone with such a grim outlook on life as Angel would laugh so much, but it happens a lot when he's with Cordelia. Which, btw, is ALL the time.
What's the problem, gentle reader?
I FLIPPIN' HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO PAY ANY ATTENTION TO THEM THE LAST MONTH AND IT'S KILLING ME!