I wait for the day to break me; closed/ongoing
WHO: Dean Winchester rotisseriedean, and Buffy Summers flying_fatality
WHAT: A hunter and a slayer=UST off the charts.
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Today, mid-afternoon.
( the city is burning, the ocean is turning )
WHAT: A hunter and a slayer=UST off the charts.
WHERE: The beach
WHEN: Today, mid-afternoon.
( the city is burning, the ocean is turning )
Buffy smiled. He really did get it. Well, that was a relief if anything. "Thanks." she gave a sort of half smile, surreptitiously slipping the stake back into her sleeve. Well, wasn't this awkward. Great way to get started. Buffy shrugged, shifting her feet (she was barefoot. where the heck did her shoes go?), feeling as awkward as one could get. But hell, she wasn't one to be shy in any way.
"So what I kind of got out of this place was that it's some sort of alternate reality or time portal and there's no way of getting off. Which kind of sucks seeing as I was pretty much dying for a cheeseburger once I got off patrol." there was the hint of a michevious grin on her face. Willow would lecture her about her love for fried and generally tumor causing foods, but oh well. Slayers weren't exactly supposed to live beyond 25, right? So it wasn't as if she'd have time to develop heart disease anyways.
Buffy kind of leaned on the wall she'd pushed him against, looking up at him because he probably had a good five or so inches on her. What was it with boys and being giants? Angel, Riley, even Giles. Despite everything going on she was in a kind of playful mood, which was weird because lately life was starting to suck. The initiative, extra patrol, Parker's huge blow on her insecurities. Not fun.
But today, maybe it was the sun. She smiled like the cheery miss perfect she used to be. "So. Where to?"
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