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“Soddin’ dog,” I muttered and glanced down at Ralphie as I held onto his leash so he can do his … business. Buffy was inside, gettin’ things ready for when Angel and the kids to come over. Hard times it was, fact that Faith killed Harry and such, even though she was possessed. Guess it’s better for her to be like that than … just being her and kill Harry. I scratched my noggin’ at that before lookin’ at Ralphie again.
“Do your business so we can get inside!”
Ten minutes later, we were inside and I watched Buffy moving’ around the house, gettin’ things in order for … Angel? Rolled my eyes at that. Felt badly for the wanker, I did, but her cleanin’ and what not for the guy … Who the hell cared? My house and all, it can be how it is, which to be honest, wasn’t even that messy come to think of it. Oh well, can’t much tell her what to do, she’s goin’ to do what she wants regardless.
Walkin’ to the kitchen, I got me a mug that ironically said Wolfram and Hart on it and got me a bag ‘o blood. Pourin’ it in, I tossed the plastic away and stuck the mug in the microwave. Heard Buffy walkin’ in and I leaned against the counter top as I watched her, not much sayin’ anything. I was still worried about this Sophia thing, but now with Faith and Harry and Angel - it wasn’t that important as of right now.
Got me mug out of the machine just as the doorbell rang.
“This is gonna be interestin’, yeah?” I said quietly after takin’ a sip and pushin’ myself away from the counter. I headed toward the door and opened it, seein’ Angel there. Didn’t say anything to him, just moved out of the way, lettin’ him in before shuttin’ the door.
“Want a drink?” I asked him and didn’t wait for his answer, went ahead and went to the kitchen, pourin’ him a glass of whiskey and bringin’ it out to him. I glanced out the window, seein’ Connor and the kids on the beach. Shame it was, all of this. Sittin’ down on the couch, we just all sat in silence for what seemed like hours.
(a few hours later - open to Buffy, Angel and whoever else is at the Casa de Spuff)
“Do your business so we can get inside!”
Ten minutes later, we were inside and I watched Buffy moving’ around the house, gettin’ things in order for … Angel? Rolled my eyes at that. Felt badly for the wanker, I did, but her cleanin’ and what not for the guy … Who the hell cared? My house and all, it can be how it is, which to be honest, wasn’t even that messy come to think of it. Oh well, can’t much tell her what to do, she’s goin’ to do what she wants regardless.
Walkin’ to the kitchen, I got me a mug that ironically said Wolfram and Hart on it and got me a bag ‘o blood. Pourin’ it in, I tossed the plastic away and stuck the mug in the microwave. Heard Buffy walkin’ in and I leaned against the counter top as I watched her, not much sayin’ anything. I was still worried about this Sophia thing, but now with Faith and Harry and Angel - it wasn’t that important as of right now.
Got me mug out of the machine just as the doorbell rang.
“This is gonna be interestin’, yeah?” I said quietly after takin’ a sip and pushin’ myself away from the counter. I headed toward the door and opened it, seein’ Angel there. Didn’t say anything to him, just moved out of the way, lettin’ him in before shuttin’ the door.
“Want a drink?” I asked him and didn’t wait for his answer, went ahead and went to the kitchen, pourin’ him a glass of whiskey and bringin’ it out to him. I glanced out the window, seein’ Connor and the kids on the beach. Shame it was, all of this. Sittin’ down on the couch, we just all sat in silence for what seemed like hours.
(a few hours later - open to Buffy, Angel and whoever else is at the Casa de Spuff)