[025 - action & written]

[slaying]

[Buffy is sitting outside one of the window's of house forty-seven, despite the rain. Her back is against the wall and she looks over her shoulder every so often--an uncertain frown bending her mouth. The room was empty and it was going to be empty every time she looked into it, no matter how much she expected otherwise

Comments

[Written]

[slaying]

Exactly, so just why am I so unrelieved by it?

[Written]

[slaying]

Them and their bratty little sis ways, yeah. But she's safer there. I know that.

[Written]

[slaying]

[Taptaptap.] I suppose that's probably right.