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[freckled_witch]

So, I’ve been a neglectful wife and best friend lately. It’s not my fault I’ve been otherwise occupied. Even though I did get around to finishing that project a month ago. It kinda sucks that I won’t be able to hand it in until sometime next week, but I still can’t help feelin’ like something’s a little… off about my new boss. He knows a lot more

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[resurrected_b]

I blink when Willow actually comes into the living room where I'm watching TV. She's been spending so much time holed away working on some project, I almost forgot she lived here.

"Hey, Will! You're still alive!" I say. "How 'bout some mindless TV to clear your head?" I haven't asked her what the big job is, and she hasn't offered the info.

[freckled_witch]

"Sure," I smile sleepily and plop down on the sofa next to Buffy, "whatcha watchin'?"

[resurrected_b]

I wrinkle my nose. "Some wannabe rock star thing. It's either that or CSI New York or some really dumb movies on cable." I flick the stations around. "So hey, Tara said she'd like to go college shopping with me and Dawnie, you wanna come too? Relive all those fun dorm memories with the roomies from hell?"

[freckled_witch]

I make a face as Buffy goes through out list of options, I consider tellin’ her to put on Moulin Rouge, but I’m sure she’s sick of it by now. How many times’ve I put it on now? Must be right up there. At the mention of goin’ out I brighten, “Aw, our little Dawnie’s all grown up! Speaking of which, are you gonna go back this year?” You know, I should really know the answer to that, what with being her best friend and living with her, an’ all. Bad non-communicative-absentee-Willow.

[resurrected_b]

As expected, most of that made the kind of sense that didn't to me. Except security system and prison. "Er, security system for what?" I ask, wondering if it was even pertinent. "Oh, yeah! Well, supposedly there's some official type tests, but Amanda and I were fencing in the Magic Box training room and she disarmed me, which seems like a good indication to me."

[freckled_witch]

I make a face an’ shrug, “your guess is as good as mine.”

“I’m impressed,” I say after a minute, an’ then take another sip of my soda. “Giles said that he handed the situation over to you, but it’s pretty clear that she’s a Potential.” -Not many people can disarm a Slayer- “So, what’s your next move? Are you gonna tell her about her Potential-y-ness, or just train her?”

[resurrected_b]

"That's...I'm kinda gonna leave that up to Amanda. Like, feel her out for if she wants an explanation or not," I say, having spent a lot of time thinking about it. "She seems a little weirded out by it, and maybe an explanation would help. But on the other hand, it's not the most comforting one, y'know? I kinda think it would suck to know you might end up stuck with the job if certain people die."

[freckled_witch]

"True, but you died twice and you're still standing. She might take it as a comfort knowing that it'll take a lot to bring you or Faith down." I smile. "I trust you'll make the right decision, Buff."

I can hear someone pitter-pattering upstairs and take a look at the clock on the kitchen wall. Yikes, would ya look at that. Oh well, I can chance a cranky wife when I go to bed, a cranky Slayer's a whole other thing. "So, when're we doing the shopping thing? Or should I ask Dawnie?"