[log] the walls will fall before we do

[watcherless]

Look, I don't wanna make this weird, all right? You want me to bail, I'm out. [ She throws her arms up as she steps inside, and in one she holds two shoddily wrapped gifts. She stops and looks at them, giving an awkward shrug. Oh. Right. ] Guess I come bearing more than just a spare Slayer. They're crappy, so don't get all weepy on me or

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[cuzitswrong]

[Buffy tries to suppress the really amused smile and obvious shock on her face at there even... being presents, as she reaches out to take them]

I'll save the 'you shouldn't have's and just stick with the thank yous. [She gestures to the rack by the door] For your coat, unless you were planning on not staying long.

But to clear it up, I'm not advocating for any bailing.

[watcherless]

Had this party thing I was gonna hit up, but uh ... if you and Joyce are by your lonesome, guess I could stick around. Liven things up a bit, y'know? [ Visibly the opposite of comfortable but somehow still very much so, she shrugs off her jacket and hooks it up on the rack, looking around. ]

Place looks cute. [ She nods to the decorations. ] Beats to all hell the crappy lights I got up at my place. Oughtta have your mom come Extreme Home Makeover it.

[cuzitswrong]

As long as the livening doesn't involve any aggressive redecorating, I think we're all for it. [Luckily Faith seems to approve of the way things stand. Though she's a little surprised to hear the word 'cute' come out of her mouth in reference to something other than a guy's butt, and it brings a half smile to her face.] Don't bring that up unless you're ready to commit - she'd probably jump all over the chance.

[watcherless]

[ Her amusement fades into something of a thoughtful, not-so-keen on that idea expression and her eyebrows arch. There's a moment's brief silence. ] Gotcha. On second thought, maybe we'll save it for next year.

[cuzitswrong]

[SHE NOTICES THAT 'NEXT YEAR' COMMENT and all it entails.] I'll put it on her calendar to hit the after-season sales for extra light up Santas.

[She gestures into the living room]

[watcherless]

Hope you got extra storage for 'em, 'cause I don't really bet on anything staying in one piece with our profession. [ She turns and walks into the living room, scoping out the decorations some more and looking as out of place as humanly possible. She greets Joyce with a happy nod. ]

[cuzitswrong]

Hey, the walls haven't gone a tumbling down yet around here, so there's that.

[And time for talking about happy... non-Slaying stuff, hi Mom.] So are you a nog kinda girl?

[watcherless]

Guess we'll find out, won't we? [ She gives a nod. ] Lay it on me.

[cuzitswrong]

I almost feel sorry for you. Once you start out with my mom's nog, you'll be spoiled for life. No other nog will ever stand up to it.

And I'm going to stop saying the word 'nog' now before it starts to lose all meaning. [Pushes a cup into Faith's hands]

[watcherless]

[ That gets her laughing and she takes the cup, drinking from it and dropping onto the couch casually, propping her boots up on the coffee table. Look, at least she crosses her legs. That's ... halfway to class. ]

Hey, gotta keep some of the standards high. Balance out the ones I'm not big on. Good way for your mom to pick up some repeat customers, though.

[cuzitswrong]

It's a Christmas cheer conspiracy. Tinsel's never looked so sinister. [Buffy sit on the couch next to her, hands between her knees, because this still feels awkward as shit.]

[watcherless]

No biggie. The sparkly crap tries anything, your mom's got us around to put it down. But you figure evil's gotta take a day off once in a while. You gotta stop reading demon signs into everything. Relaaax. [ Except she kinda ... figures it's her being there that has Buffy acting skirty. Figures. But she won't say anything about it either way. ]

[cuzitswrong]

I'm actually hoping for an evil-free holiday. I think I've met my demony quota for the season.

[watcherless]

Tell me about it. Gotta say, I almost didn't believe what they said about Sunnyhell. Then I got here, realized they didn't know the half of it.

[cuzitswrong]

That's us. Picket fences, 2.5 kids, vampapalooza.

[watcherless]

Still saying I'd take the vampapalooza over the picket look any day.