[ This Giles wouldn't dream of touching tweed. Jeans and battered jacket, no glasses, earring in his left; he speaks like Ripper, accent not as posh; he walks more loosely, smiles more easily though it's not as genuine. He goes by Rupert or Ripper and he sings for a crowd often.
And, today, he can be found all over town. Those who know him well enough to let themselves into his place -- and this Rupert minds even less than his original -- will find him in the living room, packing books into boxes. Many of them aren't in English. Several of them aren't in human languages. Looking at them makes him go a little pale and quiet, too serious, and he's in a hurry to get them out of sight.
Others might find him making his way through the park or suburbs, guitar case in one hand, thermos of tea in the other. He wouldn't mind being stopped to chat. ]
non-Watcher Giles
And, today, he can be found all over town. Those who know him well enough to let themselves into his place -- and this Rupert minds even less than his original -- will find him in the living room, packing books into boxes. Many of them aren't in English. Several of them aren't in human languages. Looking at them makes him go a little pale and quiet, too serious, and he's in a hurry to get them out of sight.
Others might find him making his way through the park or suburbs, guitar case in one hand, thermos of tea in the other. He wouldn't mind being stopped to chat. ]