some days aren't yours at all
WHO: alwayscutoff & tricky_gabe
WHAT: New guy!
WHEN: Day 35 (I think. Whatever day Gabriel popped into Peaksville.)
WHERE: Outside of the boardinghouse, general town trolling.
She had no idea who this guy was, but he had a sense of humor - and that was a plus. She didn't see the harm in taking the time to meet up with him and show him around. Especially since she didn't seem to have any sort of tug when she left the boardinghouse. She didn't want to drag Castiel around where he didn't want to be dragged. She'd go visit him later; it'd been awhile since she'd actually gotten to spend time with him. Filing that away in the back of her mind, she tucked her journal into the inner pocket of her denim jacket, pulled her boots on, and headed outside.
She hoped he wouldn't be too long; first of all, the scary kid could be wandering around, and it'd really suck for someone totally new to get caught up in his whims. Second of all, she didn't want to be out here all night, and she really didn't want to piss Marge off by missing dinnertime. That whole rigid 6:00 pm sharp thing really annoyed her, but she'd been here long enough to be used to it.
Buffy leaned against the outer door to the boardinghouse itself as she waited, presently unarmed as she'd left the Scythe in her room, looking from side to side for anyone that looked unfamiliar.
WHAT: New guy!
WHEN: Day 35 (I think. Whatever day Gabriel popped into Peaksville.)
WHERE: Outside of the boardinghouse, general town trolling.
She had no idea who this guy was, but he had a sense of humor - and that was a plus. She didn't see the harm in taking the time to meet up with him and show him around. Especially since she didn't seem to have any sort of tug when she left the boardinghouse. She didn't want to drag Castiel around where he didn't want to be dragged. She'd go visit him later; it'd been awhile since she'd actually gotten to spend time with him. Filing that away in the back of her mind, she tucked her journal into the inner pocket of her denim jacket, pulled her boots on, and headed outside.
She hoped he wouldn't be too long; first of all, the scary kid could be wandering around, and it'd really suck for someone totally new to get caught up in his whims. Second of all, she didn't want to be out here all night, and she really didn't want to piss Marge off by missing dinnertime. That whole rigid 6:00 pm sharp thing really annoyed her, but she'd been here long enough to be used to it.
Buffy leaned against the outer door to the boardinghouse itself as she waited, presently unarmed as she'd left the Scythe in her room, looking from side to side for anyone that looked unfamiliar.