Not that Dawn was excited about Rikku's visit or anything, but she was practically wearing a hole in the floor as she bounced from the window to the door and back again (and again and again and again) waiting for her to arrive.

[ooc: Primarily for the blonde with the Godhand, but open if anyone wants to call or e-mail, sure!]

After a long week of getting settled back into her routine at school, Dawn finally checked her voicemail. She didn't recognize the first voice, so she couldn't call back to tell him that yes, to the British, tea was the same thing as sex ( Read more... )

Yeaaaaaah, Dawn wasn't going to class today. Or possibly tomorrow. Maybe the next day. No homework, either. She couldn't call Dean, no matter how much she needed someone to make her feel better. Or Rikku. Or Luke. They'd all known. And now they'd all know how desperate and dumb she was. Fun ( Read more... )

She'd put it off long enough. No one else she knew was getting married, she'd called everyone she knew, there was no impending apocalypse to research ( Read more... )

After spending the day before primarily feeding Dean, Dawn had zonked out. Now, it was early (or early-ish) on Sunday, and she was warm and comfy and not at all alone in the bed.

Like she would have let Dean sleep on the floor? Come on.

[ooc: For he who is dealing with the bed-hog.]

It was almost finals, so Dawn was supposed to be hitting the books. What she was doing instead, though, was sorting her laundry by color, since she needed to take clean clothes with her to Scotland when she went for Thanksgiving. Buffy was still pretty unforgiving about that kind of thing ( Read more... )

It was still midterms. Unfortunately, going to a high school homecoming, finding out the guy you were still hung up on had a date with someone else, and having most of your friends temporarily losing their minds didn't count as grounds to miss exams ( Read more... )

"Oh. My. God."

( Cut for good plans being thrown out )

Dawn was leaning up on one elbow, watching Sam. She knew she should get up and finish the room protections, but she didn't want this to end, didn't want to live in a room by herself.

God, this sucked.

[ooc: Yes, we're insane. NFB due to distance, obviously. For him who is in the bed.]