dear_mun | Canon is Angel

Man, those're some seriously broody eyebrows.

[Angel stares at the strange puppet creature and frowns.]

You don't smell like a demon, but my senses are off thanks to my damned nose being made of felt! So what are you?

What am I?! What am I?! I'm a performance artist! The Great Gonzo, at your service.

[He stared at the blue puppet for a moment and sighed as his shoulders comically slumped. Angel honestly didn't know what to make of the weird creature but it was clear that the thing was no threat to anyone.]

Angel.

[The puppet vampire was at a loss but meeting another puppet, and one that wasn't a demon, at least afforded him the chance to try to get a few questions answered.]

I was just recently turned into a puppet, still trying to figure a few things out, and I'm hoping you may be able to help.

Afraid I can't help ya there. I'm not a puppet, I'm a Muppet.

[The name rang a tiny bell but Angel couldn't quite place it, and sadly for the first...and only time, he wished Spike were here. The bleached blond moron was a pain in his fluff padded backside, but he always did know more about television and culture from the last few decades.]

So what is a muppet then?

Well, y'know how puppets are usually felt and foam and controlled by people? I'm actually a living, breathing whatever it is I am.

You really do make quite the adorable puppet

Lilah... [Angel frowned slightly as he recognized the voice, and turned to look up at her.]

I may be a puppet but I still have my full strength. So say another word about my current condition, and I will show you what these little fist can do.

[They both knew that his threat was hollow, after doing the same dance time after time it was clear that he wouldn't harm her unless he was truly provoked. With a comically sad and somewhat embarrassed expression the puppet vampire quickly changed the subject.]

Looking good for a dead woman.

Oh this is just too amusing... [she's trying to keep from laughing,because his current situation is just too hysterical.] [she smiled at his comment about looking good.] Dead,but still gorgeous, a small bonus of my situation.

[The puppet sighed as he did his best to ignore her, and slowly made his way over to a chair. After taking a seat he looked back at her and nodded slightly at the mention of still being gorgeous.]

If anyone could make the most out of a deal with the devil it would be you...[His words lacked any emotion at all but it was a simple statement of fact.]

Do you have any scotch?

[she watched him and had to resist the urge to reach out and touch him.] Of course I have scotch. [that really shouldn't even be a question considering who he's talking to.]

[He hated himself for having stopped by her place, but after everything...losing everyone he cared about in one way or another, there was no one else left. So now he found himself sitting in her beautiful living room, waiting for a drink, and silently cursing that Powers that Be for refusing to give him back his body. When she spoke again, he simply nodded as his small hands reached into his jacket and pulled out a few cotton balls.]

Of course you do.

[She handed him the glass as she sat down across from him.] So how long is this um..condition supposed to last? [She asked and then took a drink of her own scotch.]

[He carefully accepted the glass and set it down on the table beside him, nodding his thanks to her as he starred at the gold liquid. The puppet picked up a single cotton ball and dipped it in the scotch for a moment before swallowing the cotton ball whole.]

They tried everything to cure it, but nothing took, and now that the office is gone...

[Angel's puppet brow furrowed as he shook his head slowly. There was no cure, and no one left who would know where to even begin looking for other options. As he brooded silently, his felt fingers dunked another cotton ball into the glass.]

There has to be something that can be done..,because this is beyond sad... [she looks at him with some pity.]

Spare me the pity Lilah, you know the resources and people I had at my disposal. If Fred and Wes...if they couldn't do something then what more could I expect?

What can I do besides let you drink my very expensive scotch? [It was really hard not to mock him endlessly.]

[He felt a swell of emotions rise up in his little puppy body, and before he could help himself Angel had moved with unbelievable speed and suddenly hugged her as he quietly sobbed. A part of him was cursing himself out inside, knowing that he was beyond stupid for coming here, but his emotions had been so erratic over the last few months thanks to his new body. It took a moment to compose himself again, and when he regained control Angel let go of her. He hung his head in shame and turned his back to her as he tried to find a way to apologize for the out burst.]

I...I'm sorry...

[Lilah looked at him not sure what to do when he hugged her legs.] Yeah it's fine...

[Angel knew he owed her an explanation but waited till he had hopped back up on the chair to even look at her.]

Lorne tried to tell me...but I didn't really understand at the time...this body comes with the the emotions and excitability of one of those damn puppets you'd find on a children's show. I can control it most of the time, but things have just gotten worse over the last few weeks.

Yeah I can see that. [She sighed.] Wes must have found this whole thing utterly fasincating.

He did, but at least he had the common sense and good graces to not say much about it. Spike on the other hand...

[ Lilah nodded in understanding.] So what can I do to help?

[Angel's jaw dropped for a moment as he stared at her. Lilah Morgan...had just genuinely offered him her help. Before he could even think of how to respond the little puppet started to warmly laugh as a soft smile grew.]

This day just keeps getting weirder. Well I don't suppose you know a good tailor? I may be resigned to being a puppet for the next few centuries but the idea of having to wear children's clothing, if anything were to happen to my clothes, is not appealing.

I might know of one.. [She reached out and touched his hair. She smiled when she ran a hand through his hair.]

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