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I finished doing the all thinking thing and walked towards the kitchen again. Hmm, waistline is setting to look like I have walked back towards the kitchen again. But food is my friend and I thought I smelled something baking. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. Baking smells would mean Willow or Amy were there. Now the question to my brain is which would I rather see. Shockingly enough, I don't think I am really sure. If I was asked 24 hours ago it would have been Willow, hands down. Now? Who knows.
I stood on the other side ot the door just thinking. This world keeps changing, at times faster than I can keep up. One day I am a normal guy and the next still normal in a world that is completely unrealistic. Or would have been if I wasn't in the know.
And now we have a new vamp variety. Who would have thought vampires were different flavors. Baskin Robbin vampage is not a good thing in my book. Hopefully they still be the stake in the unbeating heart and dusty thing. That I can handle. If they are like those Uber dudes, not really in the mood to play with them. I do know my limits. If they wear priesty collars and have a taste for eyeballs Buffy is gonna be on her own. I already gave to the company store. No more withdraws there I hope.
I finally pushed open the door and put a fake smile on.
"Smells great. Anything ready for the eating yet?"
[open to whoever is in the mood to be a baking goddess]
I stood on the other side ot the door just thinking. This world keeps changing, at times faster than I can keep up. One day I am a normal guy and the next still normal in a world that is completely unrealistic. Or would have been if I wasn't in the know.
And now we have a new vamp variety. Who would have thought vampires were different flavors. Baskin Robbin vampage is not a good thing in my book. Hopefully they still be the stake in the unbeating heart and dusty thing. That I can handle. If they are like those Uber dudes, not really in the mood to play with them. I do know my limits. If they wear priesty collars and have a taste for eyeballs Buffy is gonna be on her own. I already gave to the company store. No more withdraws there I hope.
I finally pushed open the door and put a fake smile on.
"Smells great. Anything ready for the eating yet?"
[open to whoever is in the mood to be a baking goddess]