two-and-twenty: waxing philosophical

[demonmagnetism]

[the sound of a pen tapping staccato against a desk, then a sigh. He's brooding. Brooding like a big... Angel. This is not the natural order of things]

So Giles has gone home, and there's a new Slayer in town.

This place. It truly giveth with the right hand and slappeth you round the head and stealeth your lunch money with the left.