Giles was blathering on about the house situation while my thoughts centered around Anya. I hadn't told anyone and I wasn't going to. But, lately she was really all I could think about. I wished so much that she would be here, with me in the back seat making sarcastic jokes about the pink and green houses. I sighed and looked out the window as house upon house passed our car. Ok, I know that we're the ones moving and it's all in the perspective but, it's just so convincing
( ... )
"Huh?" Someone said my name. Oh. It was Xander. I think I was too busy staring out of the window at the scenery. The pretty Cleveland scenery. Right. Busier trying not to think about anything.
"No pot," I said absentmindedly, having a hard time returning to reality. When I'd realized what I'd said, I looked at Xander and rolled my eyes. Only he could make a simple mistake out to be something... not as simple. And I don't think he was ever a stoner. Was he? I made a mental note to ask him about that, preferably not in front of Giles.
"Oh, um, housing. Well, having two mansions doesn't make sense. I don't think the Slayers could fill up an entire mansion on their own, and I personally don't want them living alone. Maybe we could find a really big house with, like, wings, so we could put the Slayers in one wing, live in the other, have a guest wing and stuff." I've always wanted to live in a house with wings.
For some reason, I get the feeling that my entire speech has once again been wasted. Why do I bother again? This is just to ridiculous for word. They’ve both grown up, yet they cannot even seem to concentrate long enough on a word a I say. Sighing, I shook my head and stared back out the window, watching the houses come by
( ... )
My joke rolled off both of them like rubber and glue. Figures, but niether of us were in a joking mood. So, that was fine. I chuckle at Dawn's comments and at the thought of a house with wings momentarily forgetting that there are houses with wings...but not the flying kind. Damn, she makes more sense then me. I guess it's always been that way
( ... )
"Giles, we never get just a draft," I point out. Just our luck. Some people get drafts and gaps in the windows, we get malignant hauntings.
I nod, following Giles up the stairs, which is pointless because unless he's got eyes in his back, he can't see me, so I make an agreeing noise instead. "Ooh, maybe if we talk to Willow, and we can exterminate it, or whatever you do with ghosts, maybe we could get a discount on the house!"
Okay, so it's a far stretch, because what sane real estate agent would admit that the house they're showing is haunted, but still. It could work.
"Maybe the ghost ate him," I speculate, peering around the bedrooms on the third floor. "Like it ate the real estate agent. 'Cause isn't someone supposed to be here to prevent things like what we're doing right now?"
Her words make me pause for a moment before I resume my step. I’m not beyond working a little beyond the belt as they say. I’m sure whomever owns this house must know about it if it’s haunted. It’s not something one easily misses. Unless one is in serious denial, but even then. We *could* get an excellent discount on the house
( ... )
"Ghosts don't really eat people, Giles," I reply, halfheartedly rolling my eyes. "They're incorporeal. Now, there are other things that eat people, and I won't joke about them. I'm just gonna hope that there aren't any in this house. Just ghosts. Or a ghost! One!"
A shiver runs down my spine again and I rub my arms. It's not really scary, like it would've seemed to me several years ago. The First showing up as mom was scary. Cold ghostly drafts aren't scary. Just annoying.
"Maybe we should go find Xander," I suggest, running my hand over the wall. There's a weird vibe here, a surge of energy or something. And I know energy. I mean, I was energy - am? I dunno. Maybe our energies commune or something. God, how weird is that?
“I’m well aware that ghost don’t eat people, Dawn,” I told her primly. “I knew that long before…most of you.” I was going to say ‘before you were born’ or some such. But the fact is that she wasn’t ever really born. Strange how such every day sayings can actually put things in perspective suddenly
( ... )
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"No pot," I said absentmindedly, having a hard time returning to reality. When I'd realized what I'd said, I looked at Xander and rolled my eyes. Only he could make a simple mistake out to be something... not as simple. And I don't think he was ever a stoner. Was he? I made a mental note to ask him about that, preferably not in front of Giles.
"Oh, um, housing. Well, having two mansions doesn't make sense. I don't think the Slayers could fill up an entire mansion on their own, and I personally don't want them living alone. Maybe we could find a really big house with, like, wings, so we could put the Slayers in one wing, live in the other, have a guest wing and stuff." I've always wanted to live in a house with wings.
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I nod, following Giles up the stairs, which is pointless because unless he's got eyes in his back, he can't see me, so I make an agreeing noise instead. "Ooh, maybe if we talk to Willow, and we can exterminate it, or whatever you do with ghosts, maybe we could get a discount on the house!"
Okay, so it's a far stretch, because what sane real estate agent would admit that the house they're showing is haunted, but still. It could work.
"Maybe the ghost ate him," I speculate, peering around the bedrooms on the third floor. "Like it ate the real estate agent. 'Cause isn't someone supposed to be here to prevent things like what we're doing right now?"
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A shiver runs down my spine again and I rub my arms. It's not really scary, like it would've seemed to me several years ago. The First showing up as mom was scary. Cold ghostly drafts aren't scary. Just annoying.
"Maybe we should go find Xander," I suggest, running my hand over the wall. There's a weird vibe here, a surge of energy or something. And I know energy. I mean, I was energy - am? I dunno. Maybe our energies commune or something. God, how weird is that?
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