[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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[visual]

[likeajoan]

"Giles, what the hell are you-- why are you-- Giles, Ethan is IN YOUR BED!!"

You know, in case he hasn't noticed.

[ visual ]

[fuckyouripper]

There's a thoughtful, puzzled silence even after Ethan's tablet clicks on to answer this.

"Are you all right, Buffy?"

[ visual ]

[likeajoan]

Choosing to entirely ignore this question (because it's coming from Ethan, who she knows couldn't give a crap about her welfare), she opts to respond with some incoherent ranting instead.

"You did this, didn't you? What is it, a love spell? Some kind of crazy-making mind-control voodoo totem statue ritual thing? God, when I get my hands on you--"

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[fuckyouripper]

Progressively more alarmed, Ethan briefly considers the thought that he isn't nearly awake enough for- whatever this is. Perhaps he actually hasn't woken up and this is some kind of fucked up dream. Hm.

"Did what?"

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[likeajoan]

Alas, this only serves to make her more irate. Her response is accompanied by flaily hand motions, for greater embellishment.

"You. Giles. Brokeback Mountain the sequel and don't pull the innocent crap with me!"

[ visual ] post-vacation threadjack ahoy!

[inquitvigiliant]

"Good lord, Buffy, what's going on?" Giles' exclamation comes from somewhere off-screen, but immediately his face appears over Ethan's shoulder, looking worried. "I hope there's a reason for all the shouting."

[ visual ] [ location ::: the library ]

[fuckyouripper]

"If there is, I'm lost for it," Ethan declares. "She's all yours, darling, you deal with it. I'm making coffee."

[ visual ]

[likeajoan]

"'Darling'?!"

It's funny how her voice is just getting more and more squeaky as things progress.

[ visual ] [ location ::: the library ]

[inquitvigiliant]

"Of course, I'll sort it out." Giles' voice is soothing, and he squeezes Ethan's shoulder.

[ visual ] [ location ::: the library ]

[fuckyouripper]

"I'm not buying her another pair of boots." ...though he still feels the nice suede ones were money well-spent after the sudden and thorough lesson in why you should always knock first.

[ visual ] [ location ::: the library ]

[inquitvigiliant]

"I see no reason for that, love, don't worry." It's not as though anybody saw anything X-rated, for the love of God.

[ visual ] oh yay!

[likeajoan]

Well, that. That's pretty much the icing on the cake. She gapes for a moment, in silent stupefaction.

"Giles, are you high?"

[ visual ]

[inquitvigiliant]

Actually, he's wondering the same thing about Buffy.

"I am- no I am not high. Whatever is the matter? Are you all right? Has there been some development I should know about? Angel's still got his soul intact, I presume."

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[likeajoan]

So he's not high. Well, that's a relief at least. Forcing herself to take a breath, she strives to remain calm. And fails.

"Angel's not-- this isn't about him. This is about you and Ethan in bed together and what in the name of god are you thinking?"

[ visual ]

[inquitvigiliant]

Seriously, Buffy's attitude is really beginning to concern Giles. He can't decide whether to feel worried or irritated, and settles on something in-between.

"Well, if you must know, I was thinking that it was a shame to have to get up out of my warm, comfortable bed. Honestly, what's got into all of you?" This is perhaps not the best response to the question.

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[likeajoan]

"What's got into us? What's got into you?" She retorts, looking frustrated beyond all reckoning. ...and then she blanches suddenly. "--oh god, don't answer that."