Jun 15, 2010 00:59
Like so many others, Buffy tends to default on the rec room when there is nothing else to do, which, on Tabula Rasa, is far more often than not. Such is the case tonight, when she ducks in from the hallway and gives the room a quick once-over. Even in the corner, huddled between the shadows like that, Angel is unmistakable. Buffy edges out of the room instantly, hoping she hasn't been spotted yet.
Ten minutes later (it took a while to find what she was looking for) Buffy slips in through a different entrance with both hands cupped together, walking slower than usual. No longer worried about remaining unseen or unheard, she plops down on the nearest seat, opposite Angel, and holds her hands out to him. The flame flickers, dancing freely around the wick now that its oxygen supply is no longer limited.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to read in the dark? That kinda thing might fly when you're a fanged creature of the night," she smirks, "but out here you're gonna have to make due with average eyesight like the rest of us."
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