Prompt: block
It may have taken five full seconds for Dawn to name the sight in Buffy's living room, but she'd spent the last four with her eyes scrunched closed. "Oh my God!"
There was a moment of silence. Then hurried thumps, followed by the sound of clothes being found and put on.
"Why's she here?" she heard Buffy's boyfriend mutter, and her sister yelped, "I don't know!"
Never again was she slipping into the guest bedroom while they were away. Never
"Dawnie? We're decent. You can op-"
"Hush," Dawn snapped, busy trying to block out the memory. "Bleaching my brain here!"
There was a moment of silence. Then hurried thumps, followed by the sound of clothes being found and put on.
"Why's she here?" she heard Buffy's boyfriend mutter, and her sister yelped, "I don't know!"
Never again was she slipping into the guest bedroom while they were away. Never
"Dawnie? We're decent. You can op-"
"Hush," Dawn snapped, busy trying to block out the memory. "Bleaching my brain here!"