and there was never a more pleasant gray; surprise - you are alive
Sleep isn't happening tonight. She's been tossing and turning for hours, trying to find some semblance of restfulness, but without any luck. After sitting on her bed and contemplating whether or not she should venture out into the still-unfamiliar city after dark for about forty-five minutes, she makes a decision. She gathers the Scythe from under
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Well, relatively. He's not entirely sure he'll ever feel actually safe anywhere ever again. Which is part of the reason he looks a little bit like a skittish wild animal when he moves toward the fountain near where Buffy's sitting. A day of mucking around in the dumpsters is requiring that he wash his hands before he eats. He might be homeless, and dirty, but hell if he's going to get ill on top of that, thank you.
He jumps when he notices Buffy, but doesn't turn around. Every instinct in him is telling him to run -- it's been one of those days -- but he knows if he does he won't actually eat the food he has with him. So instead, he's going to stare warily at her and slowly, slowly wash his hands.
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She raises a hand slowly, offering a small smile, and a wave.
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With something like that, he's betting she's not a normal human. It's a safe bet, here in Chicago. Well, here's hoping she's a wanderer or a supernatural, not an angel or demon. He's not going to let his wingstubs out to find out, but he'd prefer to avoid another conversation like he had so long ago with that other vengeance angel, the one who insisted he was an angel despite the obvious.
So she gets what passes for a smile when he's this tense and a bit of a wave back. And then he's going to sit down a good deal away from the bench, and maybe eat this bagel. Or just stare at it. He can't help but feel like maybe he shouldn't be here to eat it, but this is his park and he likes this spot ( ... )
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Her brows lift, and she shakes her head, lifting her hand and holding her palm out toward him. "Nothing to be sorry for. It's a public place, for one, and you're not doing anything," she offers gently. She offers a broader smile, despite how little she feels like smiling.
"Not a fan of sleep?"
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"Hi," she says hesitantly, walking up to Buffy. "You're Buffy, right?"
It's at this point Phoebe realizes that might be a little creepy and she should explain.
"I'm Xander's friend, Phoebe. I also knew the other Buffy so I...recognize you. Sort of. Hi!"
She was actually pretty good friends with the other Buffy. They'd decided they'd be tiny BAMF and storm through Chicago. Phoebe misses her.
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"Hi," she offers gently, forcing a wider smile than the one that's coming naturally. "Yeah. That's me."
Buffy feels a little bit awkward. This... other Buffy. Younger her. It's a little bit weird, to her, to grasp the concept of. "It's nice to meet you, Phoebe." It's all she can really offer, for the moment.
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She shuffles her weight from one foot to the other. "Did you...want to be left alone?" She motions behind her. "I can leave."
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She looks up, shaking her head. She feels bad that the girl seems to be a little awkward and off-put. She's different from the Buffy they knew; she knows it. "No, it's okay. Just having trouble sleeping."
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It had been a brief and interesting interlude during his time as a human, but for the most part, he didn't need to. Angels are able to sustain themselves and their vessel without that need for reprieve. However, that did leave Castiel at a loss as to what to do after his discussion with Dean. He is in a new place, trapped there, and most of the people he would under normal circumstances consider his friends have no idea who he is. It is awkward, as well as upsetting, and he still didn't know how to process this.
He needs to think. He does his best thinking outdoors.
It doesn't take him long to find the park, nor the park bench, though someone was already sitting in it. Normally he would just appear alongside the person, regardless of how it may startle them, but he isn't in the mood to scare anyone tonight. Especially in a world full of beings he doesn't understand. So he appears to the side of her instead, with only a soft rustle of wings to signal his arrival.
"Is ... this seat taken?"
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"It is if you want it to be," Buffy replies, gesturing to it briefly; it's a signal for him to go right ahead and sit, if he'd like. She doesn't attempt to make conversation further, not right away. But the silence is... almost too much. It was nice, before, but with another person next to her she feels distanced and almost rude.
"Restless night for you, too?"
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He sits slowly, not bothering to arrange his coat or even look at her directly. There may be a soft look when she says he can sit, something that could be a smile, but other than that, he mostly faces straight ahead, focusing on the fountain and watching the water as it moved through the pipes.
"I figured now would be as good a time as any to ... sit outside and think."
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He's peculiar, that's for sure. There's something strange about how he moves, the way he speaks. Very... rigid. If ever there were a word for it...
"Mmm, it's usually quieter late at night," she smiles just slightly. "I won't bug you by yammering. Nice to have a little company, though."
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