Sunnydale- Saturday night
For a long time, it was just Buffy and her guest, hanging out in the cemetery, chilling. The guy didn't talk much, but that was okay. She could deal with a nice relaxing night, considering this morning had been filled with a lot of freaking out about why this had followed her here.
"Hey, sorry we're late," Xander said as he and Willow made their way over after Buffy had been there about half an hour. "There was a-"
"Who's your friend?" Willow wondered.
Xander looked offended. "You're not even going to let me get through my story? With the burning orphanage?"
"Willow and Xander, meet Mr. Pointy," Buffy introduced them. "Mr. Pointy, these are my friends."
"I know," said Mr. Pointy. He hadn't said much this whole time, no.
"...Your stake is human?" Xander said slowly. "That's new."
"You should have heard me trying to explain to my mom why there was a guy in my room," Buffy nodded.
Willow was frowning, noticing Mr. Pointy's gaze and finally folding her arms across her chest. "Hey now," she said. "That's sexual harassment, and I don't have to take it."
Mr. Pointy looked vaguely confused, and Buffy had to explain, "Stakes go in the heart, Will. He's not checking you out, don't worry. This was also part of the fun in explaining to my mom why there was a guy in my room."
"Is he gonna turn back?" Xander wondered. "Or or do you have a new... Jamaican-Irish shadow following you around?"
"Jamaican-Irish?"
He shrugged. "I could never figure out where Kendra was from."
"I'm pretty sure it'll fix itself after a day or a weekend or something," Buffy said. "And if not... looks like I need me a new favorite stake."
"Hey, sorry we're late," Xander said as he and Willow made their way over after Buffy had been there about half an hour. "There was a-"
"Who's your friend?" Willow wondered.
Xander looked offended. "You're not even going to let me get through my story? With the burning orphanage?"
"Willow and Xander, meet Mr. Pointy," Buffy introduced them. "Mr. Pointy, these are my friends."
"I know," said Mr. Pointy. He hadn't said much this whole time, no.
"...Your stake is human?" Xander said slowly. "That's new."
"You should have heard me trying to explain to my mom why there was a guy in my room," Buffy nodded.
Willow was frowning, noticing Mr. Pointy's gaze and finally folding her arms across her chest. "Hey now," she said. "That's sexual harassment, and I don't have to take it."
Mr. Pointy looked vaguely confused, and Buffy had to explain, "Stakes go in the heart, Will. He's not checking you out, don't worry. This was also part of the fun in explaining to my mom why there was a guy in my room."
"Is he gonna turn back?" Xander wondered. "Or or do you have a new... Jamaican-Irish shadow following you around?"
"Jamaican-Irish?"
He shrugged. "I could never figure out where Kendra was from."
"I'm pretty sure it'll fix itself after a day or a weekend or something," Buffy said. "And if not... looks like I need me a new favorite stake."