six [ voice & locked text ✝ location: castle summers ]

[slaying]

"So," Buffy Summers addresses the tablet network with her very best not-so-large-but-totally-in-charge voice. She has a smile on her face; she is feeling not so bad at all. So a few pieces of strange news had filtered her way of late -- she could deal in her most classic of dealing ways. Distraction. Specifically? A party-shaped distraction. "There

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[ text ] : D

[slaying]

yeah. so? you're not supposed to do having a pulse, either. guess that got overturned. so i'm overturning this one.

[ what are you even, buffy? he ain't your boyfriend anymore. you can't order him around. ]

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[slaying]

it's so very much not like that. you've got a glitch that's not an immediate guarantee of terror and awfulness. take advantage, angel. have some fun. maybe i haven't been so much on the up and up with your unlife these past lots of years but...you deserve it. you deserve fun.

[ this might have to do with some residual sympathy and guilt over the connor reveal. ]

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[slaying]

then at least pretend like you deserve it. just for one day.

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[slaying]

i appreciate the generous use of the word 'ask'.

[ she knows she had demanded, not asked. ]

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[slaying]

[ there are lots of things she could say.

she settles upon a rare sort of concession: ] thank you.