Tay disappeared earlier in the day, driving off to places unknown, to do mysterious things. She was gone for... well, most of the afternoon and into the early evening
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Buffy is outside, but only because she got sick of being cooped up and needed a run around the grounds. A short run, because she's not loving the cold. Southern California girls are not made for winter on Lake Michigan.
She almost doesn't notice Tay - or rather, she notices her, and disregards her because she doesn't recognize her. Just another demon or something... And then it clicks, and she spins around, blinking in surprise and plenty of confusion. "...Tay?"
She was trying. She was trying so hard to just blend in, not be noticed. And see, when she's hunting, she's not bad at that. But sneaking in? Not so much.
She stops and cringes, then turns around looking vaguely sheepish. "Uh. Hey, Buffy..."
"Um... Yeah." Tay shifts a little, foot to foot, and chews her lip. "I just... I thought... Does it look bad?"
There's more than a hint of a desire for affirmation and acceptance in her voice. The closest thing she has to family who isn't dead or in a coma is Buffy. Buffy, who pretty much might as well be a big sister.
"No!" Buffy says quickly. "Just... unexpected." She's actually not lying to avoid hurting Tay's feelings. It looks good on Tay, just... "You could've told me before, I would've gone with you."
"Well, it looks good on you." She grins, after a moment. "Really cute, actually. Although... God, aren't you cold?" Crazy angels. Crazy Chicago and its crazy temperature fluctuations. In Buffy's world, winter just means a lot of rain, and the once-in-a-century perfectly timed snow.
Buffy's lips twitch into a grin. No, of course she wasn't going for cute, because... it's Tay, but it really kind of is. "Well, I am." Especially now that she's, you know, stopped running. Even wearing the thickest jacket she could find. "You want to go inside?"
Buffy is not a delicate flower, really, she just... really dislikes the cold. Hey, at least she's not a demon. That would make winter suck even more.
"No reason to stay out here," Tay points out, hands shoved in her jacket pockets. "I don't want such a delicate person as yourself to freeze or anything," she teases.
"I'm from California!" Buffy protests, giving Tay a mock offended look. "They have sane weather there."
She rolls her eyes and starts toward the building, kind of in a hurry to get inside as quickly as possible. One of these days it's going to start snowing and then she won't know what to do with herself.
"They don't have seasons in California," Tay retorts, sauntering after the older girl. She doesn't fall too far behind, despite her casual stride - the upside of being just under 5'10.
Actually, it's been a while since she was last measured. She's probably 5'10 by now.
"Like I said," Buffy said, glancing over her shoulder to grin at Tay. "Sane weather." When you grow up and seasons are things that only happen in movies and books, can you really be blamed for not knowing how to deal with them?
She holds the door open just long enough for Tay to get inside after her, and then slams it closed quickly, back inside the blessed warmth. It's actually warmer than is comfortable most of the time, thanks to the demons, but she can deal with that. Freezing outside, sauna inside... Buffy much prefers the latter.
"Maybe that's why everyone I've met from Boston is so violent," she says absently. "The weather drives them crazy." Yes, Buffy is one to talk about violence. Shhh.
"Oh, I do not kill them with my hands," Buffy says scornfully, starting up to their room at a trot. "I have... stakes..." And more recently, knives. Sometimes swords (not that she has any swords here, but she's used them before). Hands are a last resort.
She almost doesn't notice Tay - or rather, she notices her, and disregards her because she doesn't recognize her. Just another demon or something... And then it clicks, and she spins around, blinking in surprise and plenty of confusion. "...Tay?"
So much for no one seeing you, Tay.
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She stops and cringes, then turns around looking vaguely sheepish. "Uh. Hey, Buffy..."
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All hail Buffy, queen of the obvious.
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There's more than a hint of a desire for affirmation and acceptance in her voice. The closest thing she has to family who isn't dead or in a coma is Buffy. Buffy, who pretty much might as well be a big sister.
She wants to know that she doesn't look stupid.
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Didn't want anybody asking her why. "I wanted to go alone."
She actually manages to not wince at the small stab of pain.
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But then she grins a little, crookedly. "And thanks. I mean. I wasn't going for, y'know, cute or anything, but..."
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Buffy is not a delicate flower, really, she just... really dislikes the cold. Hey, at least she's not a demon. That would make winter suck even more.
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She rolls her eyes and starts toward the building, kind of in a hurry to get inside as quickly as possible. One of these days it's going to start snowing and then she won't know what to do with herself.
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Actually, it's been a while since she was last measured. She's probably 5'10 by now.
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She holds the door open just long enough for Tay to get inside after her, and then slams it closed quickly, back inside the blessed warmth. It's actually warmer than is comfortable most of the time, thanks to the demons, but she can deal with that. Freezing outside, sauna inside... Buffy much prefers the latter.
"Maybe that's why everyone I've met from Boston is so violent," she says absently. "The weather drives them crazy." Yes, Buffy is one to talk about violence. Shhh.
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Tay's got an interesting take on violence, probably.
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