[location: Library/accidental visual] i will get into your head and every day out of your bed

[inquitvigiliant]

A video feed cuts on suddenly, the image wobbling around and accompanied by a high-pitched beeping for a moment, until it settles into stability and silence. The screen shows a wide-angle view of a double bed, occupied by two bodies, one of which is a grumbling Giles, sitting up and rubbing a hand over his face

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[location: Library]

[inquitvigiliant]

"I do think you're missing the point," Giles replies mildly. Yes, there does seem to be an empty space, although if he has to be honest, it wasn't one of his favorites anyway.

[ location: library ]

[fuckyouripper]

"We all have things we believe in, my dear, I'm just striking a blow for good taste," Ethan replies airily.

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[inquitvigiliant]

"There's nothing wrong with tweed." Maybe it's not a tweed kind of day, though. He'll have to think on that. "What were our plans for today, anyway?"

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[fuckyouripper]

"Checking on the girls," he supplies, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes finally and shifting his shoulders against the bed as he stretches and contemplates dragging himself out of it. It's so comfortable, though- "To start."

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[inquitvigiliant]

Definitely no need for the International Librarian of Mystery get-up, then. Giles scratches his head, sending his hair into just-woke-up mode, and turns to cock his head at the man still in the bed.

"I do hope you don't intend to play slug-a-bed all day, Ethan."

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[fuckyouripper]

"Not all day," he protests, and after a lazy moment longer he sits up, dragging his fingers through his hair. (The tattoo on his arm is still there where only a scar remained in that other life, though he has his selection of those, too. When he stands (in black silk pajama trousers, because one of them has to have a little bit of style and Ethan fancies it's him), he stretches and wanders over.

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[inquitvigiliant]

Well, Ethan always was the silk-and-style of the pair. Giles prefers his tweed and his leather, thanks.

He gives the other man an affectionate eyeroll, and an equally affectionate kiss on the cheek when he gets near enough. "Have you heard from Buffy lately? It's been days and I...admit I'm getting worried."

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[fuckyouripper]

"If she was going to talk to us, it'd be you first," Ethan says placidly, like he's not worried too (he is). It's fair enough, though; Dawn would come to him first.

(He's in for a surprise.)

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[inquitvigiliant]

Giles makes a sound of agreement, because Ethan has a point. They never intended to divide the two sisters between them, it just worked out that way. Only natural, he supposes, considering he spends a great deal more time with Buffy than with Dawn. "I expect you're right, though I think she's...you know. Used to being a bit more on her own here."

(Ethan isn't the only one.)

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[fuckyouripper]

"That's why I said if," he drawls, reaching past Giles to select a shirt for him and pass it over before he wanders away in search of his own clothes and possibly coffee.