Walking, patroling, and thinking. - Oz

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Oz and his new black and red hair are outside. He's burning pent up energy, walking, patroling, thinking... too much thinking

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[brokenboredom]

And there is indeed a lovely, sleeping Willow, lying on a stoop.

She walked around for a bit, but now she's tired, so she's resting. There's no sun, so she doesn't have to worry.

And the leather keeps her warm.

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Oz's nostrils flare. A familiar scent, but also different.

He walks out, farther away from the apartments, hunting... patroling. And then there's a red head.

But Buffy had said...

He hurries over to her, kneeling beside her, one hand going to the top of her head and the other to her shoulder. "Wil?" His heart is pounding inside of him even though he's mostly unruffled on the outside... so far.

[brokenboredom]

"Mhmm?"

Willows eyes flutter open, and she gives him a languid smile.

"Hello..."

A white hat in two worlds. But far too in love witht he other her to do anything. He could be...fun.

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Distracted by the vision of... her... Oz misses the leather, and the offm scent. It's almost as if he makes himself ignore them past the hope.

"Willow, are you okay?" He asks, his hand running back over her hair. "Not the best place to sleep. Buffy said that you weren't... nevermind." He shakes his head. It doesn't matter, cause she's here now.