"Angel!" she gasped. "Geez! How many times have I told you not to lurk up on me like that when I'm reading. The mummy was killing some guy and I feel this icy hand..."
"Sorry," Angel said shortly, cutting her off mid-complaint. "I need the lurking practice during the re-run season though."
"Well for God's sake lurk but don't touch." Angel raised his eyebrow. "Shut up."
"Did I say anything?"
"You were thinking really loudly!" Rebecca insisted.
Angel opened his mouth, then closed it before he could get pulled into another "are not, are too" argument. "Believe it or not, I did have a purpose in rousing you from the mummy killings or whatever."
"Well?" Rebecca said, when he paused. "Spit it out, man...er...unman."
"You know about the BBETA awards right?"
"Sure."
"Well then you know that they cover two years instead of just one right?"
"Right, cause they didn't have them last year and..."
"Yeah," he said, stopping her. "But the point is I can't remember fics that far back. I mean that's really far back..."
"You're over 200 and you can't remember last year. What is your life, 200 years of void?"
"It's not like you could remember all those fics either," Angel said defensively.
"Could so," Rebecca counterracted.
"Could not."
"Could..."
"Stop it!" Angel groaned, rubbing his eyelids with the balls of his thumbs. "I only asked because I want to vote for something by you, you know."
"So what do you want me to do, make you a list of my fics?" Rebeeca asked snidely. She pitched her voice higher. "Would baby like a list?" Angel growled and slipped into his game face. Rebecca swallowed hard. "Ooops."
"Just make the goddamn list."
"Yeah, I'll do that," she said with a bob of her head. "Now go eat something...as in not me."
"Nah, I'm good," Angel said with a smile as he restored his human features.
"You little bastard," Rebecca snarled. "You just tried to scare me into...."
"Did not."
"Did..." She stopped herself at the gleam in his eye and started typing.
end
list snipped because you don't really need it